I believe that many of you will understand the story I'm about to tell you. It's not surprising because there are many people suffering eating disorders, self-hatred and desire for perfection. On the other hand, many of these people don't know about their problem or they don't want to admit it to themselves. I stopped being ashamed about my problems and I'm not going to keep them a secret anymore. Just a very few people know my story. That's one of the reasons why I don't want to stay quiet anymore. That doesn't mean writing this article and admiting this problem to the world isn't a challenge for me...
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I was nineteen when when I first realised it's not normal that I hate myself. The worst thing was that I felt like that since I was twelve. How come I only realised it after so many years? I have no idea. I never saw the desire for a perfect body and life and self-hatred as something bad. I felt like this since I was twelve because that was when I fell into anorexia. I only ate one meal a day and by a meal I mean one bread roll or one apple. What's more, I forced myself to work out a lot even though I moved a lot during the day anyway. I weighed myself many times a day when I started seeing results so I could enjoy my success. I jumped of joy when someone noticed that I lost weight and I was even more excited when someone told me that I shouldn't keep losing weight anymore because I already look good enough. I wanted attention. I also liked the control I had over my life and body. I wasn't happy, though. Not even a thinner body would make me feel good enough.