Ever since I was little people have always commented on how cute and tiny I am. My sister however was always and little less small and of a more average build... Until she became anorexic after our parents divorce. I always gave her a hard time about it since I couldn't understand why the hell she was starving herself.
Then in 8th grade I had a growth spurt. I didn't grow upwards but started to gain weight. At first I was happy about this since I wanted to weigh enough to donate blood, but when I reached 100 pounds in 9th grade I sort of freaked out. Standing on that scale I realized that even though I was shorter than my sister, I now weighed more than her. She was 93 lbs and I was 100lbs. I never was really overly concerned with my appearance but somehow the though occurred to me that the only thing I had going for me was my small pixie-like figure. I stopped eating for a week, and barely ate anything after that. My mom never noticed because we never ate together. I was back down to the lower 90s. A couple months after that was scheduled a school trip. In anticipation for this I didn't eat for the week before. I barely eat anything on that trip, and the day after I got back I had a seizure. The doctors didn't suspect anything was wrong because at the time I was taking Wellbutrin for ADD and OCD, a medicine known to cause seizures. I figured the doctors were wrong and it was because I was starving myself and weighed only 88 lbs. Fearful of having another seizure I ate more, but then I started to put on weight. One day it occurred to me that I could just throw up to loose wight and that's what I did, and still do.
I'm now a senior in high school and even though I still weigh 89 lbs, I'm feeling really depressed. I feel like I'm only living to see a certain combination of numbers on the scale and that's it. My main motivation to be skinny is that I don't want to die fat and ugly. When I see a train I want to stand in front of it. When I see busy traffic, I want to cross the road. When I'm driving I just want to drive into the river or speed my car into the trees beside the highway. Sometimes instead of throwing up again I consider drinking dran-o to clean myself from the inside and die clean. I always feel so dirty after I eat, even if it's just PB & J.
God, I feel so stupid tying this out, no one really has to respond to this, I just felt like I had to get it out somewhere. I makes me angry when people are always saying how cute and tiny I am, it makes me feel ugly, like all they see is a skinny little girl and nothing else. It also makes me feel inferior that my sister is actually proud of her anorexia because it made her skinny... not to mention that she's way smarter than me and already 2 years into art school. I blame her for making me this way but I can't hate her, I just hate myself. I've been thinking about seeing a psychiatrist to get anti-depressants so I don't do something stupid like commit suicide, but I don't want to become dependent on medication the way I am on mia.