I guess I should share a little about me. When I was younger I lived with my real family. It was a really rough living environment. My mom wasn't the greatest. We were abused, neglected and very rarely were given meals. My sister, my brother and I were all underweight and by the time I was 8 DSS took us away from our home. I went to a couple different homes and then moved with a family that adopted me. I was always a happy child, but when I moved everything changed. I ate so much, and it was all junk. I wasn't used to having so much food, so all I did was eat. I gained a lot of weight and my self-esteem dropped. I was the fat friend and everyone made fun of me. I acted confident because sometimes I really was, but towards the end of 8th grade when I turned 13 I started to think differently. I started to think about how skinny people are, I would stare at myself in the mirror and I would hate my body. I started to worry about what i was eating and by 15 I was counting calories, dieting, exercising and i was severely depressed. My friends talked about it behind my back. They would say i was anorexic and never ate, i hated it. My relationships with people started to go downhill, especially with my boyfriend, so i stopped all of the crazy dieting. But then as I started gaining weight back, I started becoming really unhappy and i'm dieting again, counting again and purging again. This time will be different though. I wont make it so obvious; ill hide it better so people wont judge me and hate me.