Renee's Story Anorexia and Bulimia





I began the hell of eating disorders when I was thirteen years old. It all began when my father (who was an alcoholic and cocaine addict--died in 1995) yelled at me for making a pot of spaghetti. He stormed into the kitchen and shouted "Good God Renee! Do you want to be a fat Wop? There is no such thing as a thin Italian! Do you want to be a fat Wop?"

I was so terrified because the day before a boy told me that I was too fat for him to date. I was 5'8" and weighed 115 pounds. I ended up cutting down my food to nearly nothing that night. I got compliments for losing weight. However when I got down to 92 pounds, my mother began to panic. I was diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa and threatened with scary things like hospitals, IV's feeding tubes and needles. I had no choice BUT to eat. To my horror, I began to gain weight. The kids at school laughed at me being fat at 110 pounds! Then I came up with an idea--I would eat in front of my mother, but sneak off to puke it in the toilet. Enter Bulimia.

I am now twenty-seven years old. I still struggle with anorexia and bulimia. Some days are better than others. I fear that I will have this for the rest of my life.