So here we are, caught in the middle of a skinny epidemic. Everyone wants to be skinny, but not just thin - everyone wants to be tiny. I don’t take in anyone saying that they want to be a skinny size 14. Even the society who are already thin want to lose weight. It makes us wonder whether, rather than a skinny epidemic, it might actually be a spreading and highly contagious case of ill mental health?

The whole size zero thing is getting drastically out of hand. It’s actually nearly fashionable to have an eating disorder. All we seem to see in the latest magazines are pictures of the thinnest and most unwell stars, shut to deaths door just to look good. next later in the same magazine we see pictures of the other stars who have put on a few pounds in the most un-glamorous positions possible. The media bombards us with skinny propaganda, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The negative aspects of extreme dieting and eating disorders are conveniently cloaked with how beautiful the next woman who lost 4 stone is, how it changed her life and got her a proposal from a red hot millionaire footballer. Puh-lease. We all know deep down that that stuff is a load of old nonsense - so why do we buy into it? Beats me - and I’ve been there myself, for a wasted 5 years of my life, which I’ll go into later.

You have to confess, it’s a hell of a lot harder in today’s world to eat healthily than it probably was years ago. Recently I was discussing healthy eating with my Gran, and the warnings that too many eggs are naughty for you due to high cholesterol. ‘Never did me any harm,’ was her direct quote… sounds familiar I’m certain to Grandchildren everywhere. She said that when she was growing up everyone ate eggs every dawn, and that my Grandpa was fed a full English breakfast every dawn in life, with sandwiches or broth for lunch and always meat, veg and potatoes for dinner followed by a pudding! ‘And I’ll tell you what else,’ she said, “there wasn”t one fat person in my lesson at school!’ I understand that there weren’t the same fast food or takeaway options back next, or even sweets and crisps. plus I would assume that back thereupon, nearly everyone ate in that manner considering mother’s generally stayed domestic and cooked for the family, and they would all eat together at the same instance. That notion for me is a far cry from everyday life. My mum, dad and myself work full moment jobs. I have two younger brothers and a little sister. I can only suppose that when my mum gets domestic late at night the final thing she wants to do is cook a big meal, so we do eat a lot of quick ready-made meals. The only duration that we eat meat, veg and potatoes would be a Sunday evening. Even soon after, everyone has their own engaged agenda, so we don’t often eat together as a family.

For me, I feel my weight gain at 16 was due to fast food, which everyone was eating considering none of us had much money and it was cheaper to go to McDonald’s than buy a sandwich and drink. Plus we had just moved house and had to be driven to and from school (which cut out the school walk) and our parents got domestic late at night which meant we generally got takeaways or fast food for convenience. I knew I had gained a bit of weight, but I felt okay about it - and I knew that that was probably the transition from girl to woman and everyone knows a teen girl’s weight fluctuates. It wasn’t really until my family made a few comments that I started to feel unhappy.

My mum encouraged me to start a diet and whether I was going out and asked how I looked

I tended to get, “okay,” instead of, “nice”. That was decent. My parents always told the truth - even my granddad passed comment, so I started analysing my body. I reasoned that whether they were willing to say things so hurtful to me there must be cause for concern. The increasingly I looked at my body the increasingly I disliked it. I had never noticed how much was actually wrong with it. With Mum’s help I started Rosemary Conley’s flat stomach plan, which my Mum had had great success with before. It was tough at first but with my prom as an incentive I worked absent at my diet plan. I can remember the comment that changed it all though - my high school prom. At the very end of the evening I got out of a car and the guy I had a crush on said, “wow, you”ve put on a bit of weight.’ It made me realise instead of looking beautiful that night, I must have looked fat. And it shattered me. I can honestly recite every restricted comment that was ever made about my weight since soon after. It upsets me to remember them.

After the prom in summer I got serious. I had to lose weight fast. I started Rosemary Conley again, religiously that duration. Using scales to weigh myself as well as my food. I felt worse and worse about myself. I weighed myself every without day, sometimes two or three times. I monitored my food intake so carefully. I could see the weight go down on the scales but no one said anything about how I looked. Plus, everyday I looked in the reflect I got fatter and fatter until I couldn’t actually bear to look at my body anymore. I started to wear baggier clothes and darker colours. I started to do an exercise program but it got out of hand too when I became obsessed and had to do it every separate night. But still, no one even noticed. I knew I looked terrible. I used to cover my stomach all the instance.

next one of the girls at work started taking slimming pills from a shop nearby - so I did too - secretly of course. I took the highest measurable dose which was intended for folks who were seriously overweight considering I genuinely thought I was so

fat that it was the only way I could get results. It got to the point where I couldn’t use a knife that had been used incase there was butter on it that I couldn’t see. I would invent excuses not to eat a lot of the meals prepared at domestic, worried that they had been cooked in oil. I wouldn’t eat anything that I hadn’t seen the nutritional value label, or that had increasingly than a 4% fat rate.. next it got even worse. I read somewhere that the minimum fat substance that you need to live is 6 grams of fat per day. So you can guess what I did. I ate my three meals a day, each with no increasingly than 2 grams of fat, or preferably fat free, with cup a soups (o.2g fat) or fat free yogurts. I was deeply depressed but it was nearly as whether I was numb, and didn’t feel it. Being thin seemed increasingly vital, and I was so certain when I was thin that I’d be really happy. I stayed in my bedroom every night alone, doing my exercises and planning my meals for the next day, next going to bed considering I was so exhausted. I was ill. Mum and Dad told me that they thought my eating was getting out of hand, but I didn’t listen. I figured whether I was fat now, while on an extreme diet, I could never eat normally again or I’d become fatter. I used to fantasize and think how amazingly wonderful it must be in life to never have to distress about what you eat. That was my dream.

The only instance I went out was every Saturday night where I went out with friends and got blindingly drunk to forget my troubles. I dare say, that the sugar in the huge amount of alcohol I consumed was probably one of the only things keeping me going. I started to get anxious. I didn’t know what it was at the date but it grew and grew until I was anxious nearly everyday in life with palpitations, sweats and a sore heart and finally and to you I’m certain, inevitably, I started to have panic attacks. That was a terrible day. whether you’ve never suffered from a panic or anxiety disorder I can’t possibly describe to you how it feels. It is the most gripping, fearful feeling on that soil.

It never really went absent. It had ups and downs, and they always came hand in hand (eating control and anxiety). It wasn’t until my Mum talked me into starting Slimming World that things started to change (I didn’t go to the classes, I just used my Mum’s books). Looking back I’m certain she did that to save me. It would mean I was eating a balanced, varied diet - but it still came under the title “diet”. I was so sceptical at first, I had to eat things that I hadn’t eaten in so distant (almost 2 years) cheese, milk, lots of meats - I was so terrified I cried to my Mum that I was scared I’d actually gain weight on the diet, considering it went against everything I’d lived by for the past 2 years. 2 weeks later and I had lost some weight and I finally felt like food was fun. I even had a little chocolate eventually which I literally hadn’t touched in those whole 2 years. I’m so lucky Mum put that option in front of me, considering it showed me that there was so much freedom within food and eating the way I was before didn’t do me any good at all. Gradually my clutch on dieting lessened, although it gets worse every now and next - never as not good as before. I wouldn’t let it get that not good again. My extreme control actually made me lose control, and I’m never going back there.

I’m 21 now. I still have difficulty in actually accepting my body for what it is. I think it’s just the eternal pursuit of skinny. But it’s in my intellect skinny, and you really can’t achieve something that just isn’t realistic. Now I follow Paul McKenna’s program, “I can compose you thin,” which I truly think is brilliant and I believe in it passionately. It’s about eating what you want, when you want, so expanded as you’re hungry which is the way human beings are meant to function. I did lose weight with the program and the hypnosis C.D which comes with it really helped in the way I feel about my body. I plus do Callanetics twice weekly- an excellent muscle toning program and due to starting a relationship with my boyfriend 2 and a half years ago, who plays and coaches badminton, I do exercise. He helped break my barriers towards exercise. I always believed that considering I was so body conscious, that everyone else would be inspecting me. He showed me that no-one actually cares to look at you in the gym working out. No-one’s going to laugh at you considering they are striving for the same goal. I didn’t believe in myself before thereupon.

What is the solution? The media could stop promoting the extremes of the weightloss category. Stars could stop conforming to the unwritten rules. We could eat differently, manufacture the right choices. It’s tough to know what to eat, and life certainly isn’t going to slow down. There needs to be increasingly help and advice available, particularly for young folks. Teaching young citizens while they’re still at school I feel is fundamental. Everyone needs good knowledge of how to eat a balanced diet, and everyone needs self confidence, which there just isn’t decent of at the moment. Self confidence seems to get killed gradually through adolescence in children nowadays. Don’t get me wrong, there are society out there who are trying to help - these are the humans who can and will construct the difference for the future. At the rate that bug is spreading children of the next generations to come will suffer eating disorders and low self esteem, and so will their children, and their children’s children. We have to define here and now - what can we do to stop that inevitable outbreak from spreading further, and how can we help the society already suffering?

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