when i was a junior in high school, there was so much going on..
my bf of almost two years was off to college, hurricane katrina, and just the normal stresses of a teenage girl. i was already small.. i would say 5ft 3in and 103 lbs. i played soccer all my life so i was all muscle.
i started to look at myself and find things i thought were wrong with me. for hours i would look at myself in the mirror. there was some fat here.. some there.. ugh, i hated it. so i just stopped eating. after like two days i saw a small difference... (since i was already small) like my stomache wasnt pooched out.. so i kept going. after awhile started keeping a food journal so that i could see how little i ate - like it was a good thing. somedays id only get a bowl of cereal... maybe a sandwich if i was lucky. meanwhile, i was still playing soccer everyday. my legs were thin, my skin was grey, my hair was coming out. i got sick when i ate..
after about a year, my mom started to notice. so did my boyfriend. one day i woke up and just thought... i dont care anymore.. and thats when i started eating normal.
i do admit that i did go over board and that i am more than i want to weigh.. im 5ft 4 and 120lbs. but i like my curves
