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This article is written for a public request. This article details a personal struggle with Anorexia Nervosa, including the development and obstacles faced with the deadly disorder. It also explains how a thoughtful statement from one person can change a person´s entire outlook in life -- in this case, towards recovery. A very emotional and inspirational story.

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Most 12 year olds play video games and play with their friends. When I was 12, I began throwing up.

I had a confusing childhood. I first started purging at the age of 12 to avoid going to school, afraid of being bullied. By the age of 16, I developed full-blown Anorexia Nervosa, starving myself to 99lbs. I suffered through eight years of starvation, laxative abuse, botched suicides, and severe depression before I finally realized I wanted to live. I am now a recovered anorexic, now mentoring other girls on how to beat this deadly disease. Unlike other recovered anorexics, my story is different. I recovered on my own. Without any support from friends or family, I attempted recovery to gain back my life, my future, and the chance to start my own family. Luckily enough, I succeeded. This is how I overcame Anorexia Nervosa.

12 Years Old: The Start of Turmoil
I lived a strained childhood, placed into a special education program in elementary school because I was mixed. I was half-Korean, and they assumed I did not speak a word of English. Although I did, they placed me in the program without a second thought. I spent most of my childhood isolated from other children.

When I turned 12, I stopped attending the program. I began middle school, ecstatic that I would attend an ´adult´ school now. Trudging along with my best friends, I started middle school with high hopes for my future. By the end of the year, I would be throwing up daily in the school bathroom.

During the winter of 6th grade, boys starting teasing me. I was called many things, including a man, stupid retard, and the robot. Robot was their favorite saying, and they would shout it at my face, trying to elicit a response.

It was during this time I hit puberty. My mother saw this as a threat, noticing new fat around my hips and chest. Instead of assuming I was coming into full bloom, my mother threatened to put me on a diet. Thought I was too fat. She thought I really was fat, although I was only 5´3´´ and 120lbs. Combined with the daily bullying I received at school, I felt very depressed and hopeless. My self-esteem vanished. My friends began moving away. Did everyone hate me? In my mind, they must. They must absolutely hate me.

On one fateful day in December, I watched a program about bulimia. The next day, I began vomiting my breakfast. Months later, I started throwing up at school. I did this daily until my 16th birthday.

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