For more than half my life, I suffered with bulimia and anorexia.
I could blame my brother for always telling me how fat I was, but then ninety percent of the girls out there would have bulimia and/or anorexia.
I lost all the weight I could, even if it meant starving myself to death. After six months, when not eating wasn’t bringing my 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 my food. I started losing weight again. By the time I reached the age of sixteen, I was five feet nine 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 me what I was doing to myself. He told me I was at least thirty pounds underweight, and if I wasn’t careful, I would die before I was twenty. He had me in therapy for my eating disorder and he prescribed medical marijuana. Whenever I felt hungry, I should eat something. He wanted me to eat one or two marijuana gummies every couple of hours. I didn’t realize the medical marijuana was making hungry until he weighed me one day and I had gained ten pounds. I have been using medical marijuana for two years now, and I am two pounds overweight. There is still a part of me that registers how fat I think I am, but the medical marijuana eases my anxieties and I can eat without the need to purge. I still struggle, but I am managing my life for the first time in my life.