Ok, well, my "anorexia" as people call it, started like in Dec. It was off and on, until about March, then it was full swing. Well, the beginning of April I was sent to the mental hospital, not just because of not eating there was other things invovled like self-injury and overdosing, but that's where I was for about a month. When I was there my skin had basically lost all it's color, I was pretty much as pale as can be, I was almost under 100 lbs. Well, I finally got out and I gained back my weight, but ever since then I still hate my image, and well, I've again stopped eating, no one knows about it, cause I work during the day, and I get lunch, but I don't eat it, and when I get home I just say I am still full from lunch, so basically I don't eat, well last night I had to eat some, cause mom made dinner and made some for me, and I wasn't about to just say no and have her think I am back to not eating, so yea, I dunno anymore, I liked it when I weighed less, I felt better about myself, so I just don't know what to do anymore i guess