Introduce yourself
Name: Amy
Age: 34 (yikes! Is there an age limit around here??)
Height: 5'4"
Current Weight: 87-88
Highest Weight: 134 (at age 17, in 1992); highest recent weight (April of this year when I was forced to gain in in-patient: 113, lost it all - 26 lbs - in 3 months after I got out)
Lowest Weight: 69 (when I was 20)
Short Term Goal Weight: 82 - I am back down to my pre-inpatient weight now, but gaining that much weight that fast left me with blubber that is not going away despite my lower weight. It is SOOOOO frustrating. I just need to work out more to burn off some of the fat and replace it with muscle. But I think losing about 5 more overall will be about right.)
Long Term Goal Weight: at my age I think 82 is about as low as I can go without seriously dying or something bad like that.
What do you love about being short?: being able to get really cute, designer clothes cheap by shopping in the kids department!
Favorite short skinny person:hmmm. probably Natalie Portman or Winona Ryder
Thanks everyone! I look forward to getting to know you all and seeing some great pictures! (-:
I'm not sure where this post belongs, or how comfortable i am making it but i'm going to give it a shot.
I am eighteen years old, i've had an eating disorder for ten of those years so far. I spent the past year-or-so in recovery, i guess it just doesnt work for everyone.
My current stats are a disgrace: 5'2" cw:110lbs hw: 122lbs lw:83lbs stg:105, right now i'm not looking to get better.
When i was in renfrew we had to write letters to our eating disorders, telling the eating disorder (ed) to go away. at the time i thought it was a great idea.
last night i wrote another letter to my eatingdisorder (i've edited it for the public) and so it goes.
It's me. I know that i promised that i would leave you alone and go about my buisness, but promises get broken and you can not live without pain. I don't want to go crazy again, but i do. It's the lack of sanity that gets me every time. It's the rushing cyclone of persistant imperfection that leves me hunched like a cyote over my porcelin throne. It's not something I feel comfortable talking about but it needs to be said. 'Cos i'm on the edge of the board and i'm about to dive right back in. Into the torture and lies, into the comfort of watching my body cease to exist.
It's the saftey i feel when i just won't have a taste, and it's funny i thought that it was you that i hate but its all clear now, that was my biggest mistake.
i solemly swear that i'm up to no good.
and i hearby declare i'm your pawn; get to work.
