Before my eating disorder took control of my life, I was an upbeat young lady. Being a mere 13 years of age, I had a positive persona. I saw myself as the preppy cheerleader, honor student, whom represented her 8th grade class as Vice-President. Outer image was the least of my worries. On December 16th, 2011, thoughts of weighing myself pondered through my mind. The dreaded scale read two-hundred and twenty-five pounds. Given the fact that I stand at 5’7, the realization of weighing as much as I did was not healthy for an adolescent. My diet commenced. …show more content…
Spring had passed and summer was here, giving the scale another try was a must. “One-hundred and seventy-five pounds” exclaimed the scale! Yet, satisfaction was not present. The agonizing voice of Ana began to pound in my head, “High school is weeks away! Do not blow it all now!” With Ana in mind, restriction became the well-situated solution. My micronutrients consisted of a bare twenty-five grams of fats, one-hundred and fifty grams of carbohydrates, and ninety grams of protein. Staying below one-thousand calories a day was a personal goal. In a matter of four months, I had dropped to a whopping one-hundred and thirty-five pounds. Ecstatic to see the results Ana had brought upon my body, there was still a hunch in the