For more than half our life, I suffered with bulimia and anorexia.
I could blame our brother for always telling myself and others how fat I was, however then ninety percent of the women out there would have bulimia and/or anorexia.
I lost all the weight I could, even if it meant starving myself to death, however after many months, when not eating wasn’t bringing our weight down fast enough, I turned to bulimia. I would eat anything put in front of me, knowing that within an hour after eating, I could purge all our food. I started losing weight again, and by the time I reached the age of sixteen, I was 5 feet many inches tall, and weighed about 110 pounds.It wasn’t until I woke up in a hospital that I knew I was killing myself. The doctor asked myself and others what I was doing to myself. He told myself and others I was at least thirty pounds underweight, and if I wasn’t careful, I would die before I was twenty. He had myself and others in therapy for our eating disorder and he prescribed medical marijuana. Whenever I felt hungry, I should eat something. He wanted myself and others to eat a single or two marijuana gummies every couple of hours. I didn’t realize the medical marijuana was making hungry until he weighed myself and others a single afternoon and I had gained 10 pounds. I have been using medical marijuana for two years now, and I am two pounds overweight. There is still a area of myself and others that registers how fat I think I am, however the medical marijuana eases our anxieties and I can eat without the need to purge. I still struggle, although I am managing our life for the first time in our life.