From Lisa, Age 14 - 05/14/04 - IP#: 65.100.77.xxx Click here to reply
Okay I want to put a book together about what it's like to be an overweight teen. In the book I also want to have stories about aneroxics and bulmics. So post your stories. They can be how you lost weight, the pressure of school and being overweight, social experiances. Stuff like that thanks. Also tell your friends too.
Reply from me, Age 14 - 05/15/04 - IP#: 205.188.116.xxx well i think it sounds like a great idea! go for it!
Reply from lisa, Age 14 - 05/15/04 - IP#: 65.100.77.xxx I want to try and publish it. The reason for this is I want to people to see what it's like. And stuff like that. You don't have to share your story if you don't want. I just thought it'd be something neet. Who knows I might not do anything w/ it at all.
Reply from me, Age 14 - 05/15/04 - IP#: 152.163.253.xxx I read your story Katie, about just deciding to have an eating disorder. I thought I was weird, the only one who had that. Since like most people are in denile, but I know I'm getting one and I like it. I'm not going to share my story right now, it's long and I might regret it, it wou;d be a major invasion of prvacy for my family and stuff. I'll think about it though. What kind of book is it? Are you going to get it published or is it for school?
Reply from Kate, Age 18 - 05/15/04 - IP#: 66.82.9.xxx From the age of about one to about five, I was an okay weight. I was thin, even. I was born prematurely so I was only about two pounds when I was born and I was diagnosed with cerebral palsy (it's a motor disability). Anyway from about one to five I was fine, but then as I got older since my disability made it hard to exercise I gained weight. Thus my weight problems began. Because of my disability, I always felt embarrassed by my body, but with the added weight I felt even worse. I never knew, as I went to the zoo or to the mall with my mother, whether people were staring at me because of my limp and my crutches or because I was so chubby. I got thin once. The summer when I was fourteen. All I ate was Slim Fast and I went on the stationary bike for 6 hours a day for 3 months, and for the first time in my life since I was five, my stomach was almost flat. But, I gained it all back by about three months later. My most mortifying experience with my weight was at summer camp the year I was ten. As I was walking down the hall to lunch, a boy turned to me and said, "Are you pregnant or something?" I shot back "No. Are you?" but inside I was dying. When I entered seventh grade, I learned about eating disorders in health class, and promptly decided to make myself have one. For four years, my weight bounced up and down as I starved, binged, and purged to try to make my body look like the slim, tanned goddesses that were the popular girls. Eventually though I figured out that hurting myself in that way only hindered my losing weight and might kill me so I stopped. And now, as a former senior in high school, I'm still battling my weight. The one consolation I have is that I have seen the kind of "friends" that popular girls have--the girls who they compliment to their face one minute and then bash behind their back the next--and I know that my friends would never do that to me, because they like me for who I am, not what I look like. I know that ten years from now, no matter how beautiful they think they are, those popular girls are going to feel empty inside, like something's missing, because they will never really know whether someone is being nice to them because they are "hot" or because that person actually likes them for who they are. I know that one day, they will turn into middle aged lawyers or soccer moms or whatever and no matter how hard they try to stop it with creams and Botox and special diets, their beauty will fade--but girls like me, those who have beauty on the inside, will be gorgeous forever.
