Sitting at the kitchen bar table, I was watching my mom count her calories at the small meal she was preparing for herself. My mother had never been overweight, but she was not supermodel skinny. For most of my childhood my mother had been so cautious about her weight. When I was around the age of 10, she started to diet and exercise extensively. And around that time, my eldest sister started to do the same. While she was just starting her college career and was never overweight and had a tall 5’8 perfect figure. Although as my mom begin to diet, so did my sister; which both resulted in eating disorders. As young as I was, I didn’t realize the following years to come with my mother and sister battling these disorders would have such a huge …show more content…
Although, I did not realize this until I had reached my teens. I begin to look back on pictures of myself with friends and they would joke around about how “chunky”, “chubby”, etc I was. Of course, they had no intent of hurting me, I would always joke right back with them. Meanwhile as I was ending middle school my self esteem had begun to crumble, just as two people in my family were dealing with eating disorders. As I began high school, the more I would compare my weight and looks to other girls I saw. My sister at this time had overcome the eating disorder she had dealt with, and my mother was at a healthy state. Little did any of us know, that the eating disorders that they had haunted them early in my life, would come back to haunt me as I got older. I began to run, run, and run. I would go until my body wouldn’t let me go any further. I would google “thinsporation”; which would always pull up photos of girls that I now know who are an unhealthy skinny and anorexic. Sadly enough, that was exactly what I wanted. I would push myself to not eat and to exercise like crazy, soon enough I realized that I was being destroyed by an eating