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My Battle with Anorexia
We all know that life today is not an easy thing. Action and determination are the keys to success but still so many obstacles will try and knock you down. People might put you down and you will either let it go or you'll be left behind.
I, Nethan Hunter was once put down and by being weak and letting it get to me, I now suffer from a very serious disorder known as anorexia.
I never had to worry about my weight. I had a fast metabolism and I never seemed to gain weight. Things begun to change once I was in puberty. My body begun to grow and I started to put on weight but this didn't bother me and why should it have since it was something perfectly normal.
It all started when I was fifteen at ‘Paradise Camp' in the summer of 1992. I didn't have many friends at the time so I thought that spending my summer in a camp, with many people my age was a great opportunity for making new ones.
As soon as I arrived I was given a form and asked to note down three activities I preferred mostly doing during this camp. I really enjoyed swimming and I was also good at it so I wrote it down without any hesitation. My other two choices really didn't matter,
I got to my swim class and listened to the team leader's instructions. It was taking quite a long time and since it was a really hot day I took off my shirt. That is the biggest regret I ever have. The girls sitting across were staring at me and were whispering to each other, but I had no idea what they were saying. I didn't pay much attention to it but when I got out of the water I was behind them. They were laughing and one of them said: “Did you see the fat on that guy? He could really use a diet!” I wasn't sure they were talking about me but I assumed. It was the first time someone called me fat and I intended to make it be the last. I still don't know why it bothered me so much but I guess being fifteen and hearing two girls talking about you like that isn't a very nice thing.
I hated the way I looked and started heavy exercise. After my swimming activity in the morning I used to run on the camp road for at least one hour, then do weights in the Fitness area. After hours of hard exercise my weight started dropping dramatically and that made me very happy. It wasn't long until I returned home and my weight started increasing again. I was so disappointed with myself that I started spending two hours everyday after school at the gym. But I wasn't only exercising, I also cut down most of my food. That made it ten times easier for me to lose weight. Every morning I stood on the scale and noticed my weight decreasing but I was never happy. I starved myself more and more until my life turned into school, exercise, sleep, drink and little mouse bites of food.
I began to feel very weak and constantly tired. I often missed school and felt unable to complete my daily gym program. One day I was trying to complete my weight lifting but came a point I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed and pushed ever harder but it seemed impossible to lift it, All of a sudden the weight became very heavy and the room went black.
I woke up in a white room, I thought I was dead but I was proved wrong once I saw my crying parents come closer. For the first time in my life I didn't care about how I looked and I only cared about being alive. I stayed in hospital for over a month in order for my chest to recover and right after that I started seeing a doctor,
I soon began to realize that my obsession was ruining my life and actually prevented me from enjoying it. I had no friends, my school marks were very bad and in general I had no real motives. All I ever cared about was my body weight and look where it got me,
I am now seventeen and I feel like I have been given another chance in life. I go to a new school and I have two very good friends. I haven't fully recovered from it and I still need to regularly visit my doctor but now I know that what I have isn't worth losing. I am finally free...