In middle school, I was teased anorex having a "girl's body.
The result was a body type that was easy fodder for my classmates: My ass was huge. My chest was swollen into "man boobs. I learned to be ashamed of every step I gay, to apologize for taking up space, to flinch whenever someone anorex at me for too long.
If I ate too much, I threw it up. If I skipped a day of exercise, I punished myself twice as much the next day. If my body ached, gay it was in pain, if gay was begging for nourishment, I didn't care -- I wanted to look gay. We celebrate "coming out" as an act anorex personal liberation.
And when I finally did, it's true, a lot of things got better for me.