Im here to tell you the myth is true. The camera does indeed add ten ponds to your face. Through my various segments on my schools news channel I have learned this lesson the hard way. Obesession, in either extreme, is bad. I was that one girl who could eat more than the whole football team put together and still have room for dessert. Coming from a hispanic family, my life revolved around food. Saturday was the most anticipated day of the week because every Saturday included our weekly ritual, family lunch. I would approach the dinner table with a game plan in mind and observe as my so called ‘civilized’ family wrestle and elbow-push to get to the food. No, they are not savages but yes, in a culture centered primarily on food, family dinners can get really hectic really fast. I used to partake in this food frenzy until I got sick of it, literally. Perhaps society’s unrealistic expectations for a female body image combined with a weekly overdose of food had an adverse effect on me. Who would’ve thought that me, a notorious food loving Maldonado who could easily eat half a pound of ribs in one sitting, would have developed an …show more content…
My obsessions towards a slimmer silhouette only flourished when I would see myself on TV. Being an anchorwoman for my school news, my main concern was wether or not my upper torso matched my standards on what I thought I should look like. My disorder had detrimental affects on my health, and it wasn't until my doctor advised me to seek help that I acknowledged my condition. Ironically, I was relieved when my doctor recommended that I meet with a psychologist. My greatest adversary had become my own body and I felt determined to defeat my disorder, and no longer allow it to define me. My diligence and hard work provided me stamina making the road to recovery an exciting feat. Through this process I stumbled across my happy