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I was hoping for a review of this essay. I have already submitted it, but im very curious for review.
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We have all made mistakes in our lives, and for most of us, those mistakes were not life changing; that is not my story. My mistake was one that changed my whole world, and from a fundamental perspective one may think that my world changed for the worse, however it is the exact opposite of that which is true. My mistake is one that many people make in life, and far too many don’t seek the help they need to recover from it. What changed my life were my self-doubts, and my determination to correct my flaws: flaws that didn’t truly exist, demons that weren’t there. In a matter of moments I decided to stop being the fat kid, and lose weight, so I decided to stop eating. I had become an Anorexic. The title that comes with the sickness still makes me quiver two years later, and that is why I choose to use it as seldom as possible. I will explain my story and my recovery; however Anorexia is not the moment in my life that decided who I am, but only as a step along the way.
The part of my story that tends to lead to tears is how simple it was for me to fall into such a tragic way of life, how one glance at a computer screen changed my entire world. This wasn’t the first time I tried to lose weight; I tried Weight Watchers, I tried programs at the local YMCA, and one time I even purchased a hypnotists CD, earning money off others hopes and desires. It wasn’t until the near end of freshman year that I finally found a way that would work, simply “eat 800 calories”, three words I took to heart. For what was close to five months I only consumed 800 calories. It didn’t take my family nearly that long to realize I wasn’t eating, but I still had time to set my mind and body to this new way of living. An entire summer I ignored the concerns of others, and I ignored the new belts I had to keep buying. It wasn’t until the second doctor’s appointment in 2 weeks that I realized I wasn’t doing anything healthy. I had reached the moment that is the epitome of my biggest mistake, and I had lost 12 pounds in one week; 12 pounds of the total 75 pounds lost over five months. Shortly after that day I was diagnosed officially as an Anorexic, and started my path to recovery.
While I had immediately accepted the fact that I was sick, I didn’t stop eating so little quite as fast. It took my mother saying she was going to send me across the country to get me help, and seeing my father cry at how sick I was that truly got me to see the harm I was doing. It took time, but one day I woke up, and I could gladly, say to my family; I’m me again, only this time a little smaller.
To this day I fight to accept who I am. I fight to accept that I could never play a sport because of embarrassment when I couldn’t run as fast, or throw as far, and I was mad when I was the last one to finish the test, and yet I still got some wrong, and I was disappointed when I wasn’t elected Class President because I wasn’t as popular. I fight every day to accept who I am as a blessing, and sometimes I lose and I get upset; I may hit something or scream, but that’s just a temporary problem. If I can overcome a deadly illness, I can overcome anything. My greatest challenge has given me my greatest gift.
