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Thought out time people have change alone with what’s in style. People around the world have had an eating disorder at some point in there live. It was said that years ago people who were over weight were the one’s that grabbed all the attention. Nowadays skinny people are the once that are in style, there the once that grab the attention. Now people are trying to be as thin as possible to fit in, being fat is not acceptable. This is when Bulimia kicks in, bulimia is characterized by episodes of bingeing and purging—through vomiting, laxative use or compulsive exercising. Bulimics often binge on large quantities of food, however it is also common for a bulimic to purge after a small or normal sized meal. (*) . Another eating disorder is Anorexia, which is distinguished by the refusal to maintain a normal body weight. The longer and more extreme the starvation, the more severe the health repercussions (*)

But who is responsible for this big change that has cost a lot people their live? One that plays an important role is the media, along with friends and family. The sad part is that a lot of these disorders are not noticeable. When food becomes a human being’s enemy is when all the complications start.
There was a article in teens magazine wrote my Stephanie Booth of two teenage girls, “Brooke Casey and Denise Gray” on how each the girls developed their eating disorder. The first story is about Brook.
Before I became anorexic, people complimented me on how thin I was—not how pretty I was or how great I dressed. By high school, I thought being thin was my only positive physical attribute. It felt good knowing that I may not be as cute as the cheerleaders, but I was skinnier. I started worrying that if I ever gained weight I'd become ugly. That's why I stopped eating all fast food and anything with more than 2 grams of fat—basically, anything I liked. The worse something tasted to me, the safer I felt eating it. I'd usually have herbal tea for breakfast, a plain salad and diet soda for lunch and a cup of white rice for dinner. I ate slowly, trying to make every bite last. So many foods were "bad" to me. The hot fudge sundaes and fried cheese I once loved came to gross me out. When I felt hungry, I'd take a bath or go to bed early. Drinking a lot of hot water filled me up. I gave myself strict rules: no eating after 6 p.m., no eating more than half of anything and each time I walked into my kitchen—even for just a glass of water—I'd have to "pay" for it with 50 sit-ups. I was in constant motion three hours a day to burn calories. I'd bike-ride, do exercise tapes or swim a mile at the YMCA (sometimes I'd walk the two miles there and back). Exhaustion made me forget how hungry I was. In six months I went from 122 to 87 pounds—which felt more like 870 pounds to me. My jeans were hanging off of my 5-foot 6-inch frame, but I thought I looked huge. I was constantly freezing, even with long underwear and two pairs of wool socks on. Everyone would be wearing shorts while my fingers and toes would be turning blue. My life was counting calories, weighing myself and standing nude in front of the mirror while I hunted for fat. I didn't have much energy. My grades dropped, and if it was a choice between exercise and going out with friends, I would sweat through two aerobics classes. Friends said, "You need to fatten up," but I thought they were jealous—I even thought my mom was. I'd get so mad when she asked, "Are you eating?" What was she trying to do—make me fat? When I fainted in aerobics, everyone realized how bad I'd gotten. My body was so undernourished; I had to go to the hospital. (* )
The second story is about
I've had trouble dealing with my weight since I was 12 years old. Eighth grade was the worst. I was going through a chubby phase, and kids were really cruel. To gain control, I basically stopped eating. Not all at once, of course. First I started cutting down on fat. Then meat. Then I wouldn't touch any fat or food that I enjoyed. My parents pleaded with me to eat, but losing weight became an addiction. I knew the calorie and fat counts of everything. I would never eat in restaurants because I didn't trust them. I was afraid that I would become that chubby child again if I ate regular meals. I mostly ate alone. I was such a picky eater, it was embarrassing sitting there with friends. In time, I managed to push away most of my friends. Now I realize they must have been scared of me. Who wants to hang out with a walking corpse?
As I continued to give up food, I ultimately had to give up the one thing that made me feel good: running. In tenth grade I started on the track team and went for 8-mile runs every morning. After my runs, I'd eat a slice of diet bread, a quarter of an apple and a scoop of soy protein powder. For the rest of the day I'd snack on fruits, vegetables and low-calorie crackers. I never allowed myself more than 900 calories a day. By the time I was in twelfth grade, my body didn't have enough energy to run. I had to quit.
In school I was always a good student, always on the dean's list, but it was never good enough. I was really hard on myself. When I got less than an A, I felt horrible, and I would eat even less—making it harder to concentrate and memorize or learn anything.
During stressful times I ate the least. The only thing I could control was food. I weighed my lowest, 89 pounds, in the summer of 1998. I was transferring to a new college, my sister moved away and my parents were having problems. This time, however, I didn't go back to eating my normal amount. I seriously restricted my calories, until the time I thought my heart stopped beating.
I relate myself to Brook’s experience, When I was in high school I was so skinny and I felt like one of the hottest girls in school. But I lost control and I started gaining weight like crazy. From 125 pounds I gained 35 pounds, when I try to fit into my clothes nothing fit. I felt so depress, I would hear my parents and sister of how much weight I gained. They didn’t make me feel bad put deep inside I didn’t believed that I was overweight. One day I was setting in my history class when the teacher called out my name for me to get my test back, some I got up and walk up to the front and when I was on my way back to sit my friend told me that I had gained a lot of weight. It was then when I felt my face burning, I got so embarrassed that I didn’t want to go back to school. Since that day I got depressed about my weight and I started drinking pills to loss weight. When I stop drinking those pill i gained twice the weight I that I had lost. I felt like if was drowning and that no one could help me. Luckily I’m not in depression anymore and my life is moving forward.
my parents never knew that I was going through depression, since I was the third child out seven and going to school and working at the same time it was difficult for them to notice that I was going through depression. My depression for being over weight wasn’t as risky like in other cases. When a person experience and eating disorder that they give a lot signs that many people don’t recognize. It was estimated that at some point in a women’s life span 1 out 4 will developed eating disorders. I think that these is a problem and needs a solution. I strongly believed that if women, teens, or men get educated and recognized the characteristic and behavior of eating disorders they could by the first once to save children’s, wives, husband’s, or your own life.
Here are some of the characteristic and behavior that people experiencing when developing eating disorders. People are different and they would experience different behavior or Characteristics . For example: dieting, restricting, fasting, Bingeing—a typical binge consists of 3,000 to 10,00calories being ingested between 20-40 minutes, Purging—by self-induced vomiting, laxative abuse, use of ipecac, diet pills, diuretics, and/or compulsive over-exercise, Food rituals such as cutting and dicing food into small pieces, arranging food in a particular way on the plate, chewing a certain number of times before swallowing, Collecting recipes, food coupons, Obsessing, counting calories, fat grams, Cooking and baking for others, Discomfort when eating with others, Secret hoarding and/or secretive eating of food, Obsessive-compulsive behaviors, Isolation, Suicide attempt