I've never really brought this up.
Considering that my family and parents views of being skinny is asianified if you know what I mean..
(just look up SNSD and you'll see the type of skinny asian people look for in their kids), all my life I've been told I was fat.
Like I said my mother told me I'm fat when I was 7 (denying me of taking ballet lessons) and cousins have told me I was "chubby".
I grew up never being happy of my physical appearance. I always find something wrong.
Up to this day I do, but it was worse when I was about 13-15.
All I did was drink red bull and eat crackers. Water, red bull and crackers. This went on for about a month.
Along with that, I pushed my body to the edge by doing intense work outs (I speed run for about 15-20 mins straight without stopping) and I'd spend about 2-3 hours riding my bike or walking. I did all this with no energy source other than red bull and crackers. I did sit ups and push ups.
Near the end, I was about 87lbs (still 5ft) and I still wasn't fucking happy with the way I looked. I felt like I wasn't curvy enough or whatever media tells me I'm supposed to look like.
LONG STORY SHORT, I BECAME anemic. Due to the lack of nutritional intake. And whenever I tried to eat healthily (as in eat an actual hot MEAL) I'd throw it up ( i guess my body denied it because it felt it was "too much to handle" since it got used to just taking in red bull and crackers) to the point where I had to be watched by the school nurse to eat. I was given special and extended period of time to eat because I had to eat slow for my stomach not to be "overwhelmed" with all this food coming in all of the sudden. It was a hard habit to break.
But whatever man