When I was in the seventh grade. Let me tell you, it was a living hell. We didn't have computers back then, but we did have eating disorders. Back then they didn't even have a name for it, and no support groups. My mother and father neatly had a nervous breakdown each night at dinner, watching me turn into a 90 lb bag of bones. I thank God that all of our prayers worked and I recovered. Even today, 40 some years later, I am still very careful not to gain weight. You have to walk in an anorexic's shoes to understand. Please be patient and try to help anyone with an eating disorder. It is pure hell.
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