it all started in 5th grade when my mom told me my favorite shirt looked too small. i was beyond upset because it was my favorite shirt after all. she told me if i wanted it to fit correctly, too try some of her exercises she does. i didn’t want to but she insisted. then it came down to calorie counting. she would only feed me very small amounts for dinner. i hated it but she told me it would all be worth it in the end to get the shirt to fit. these habits went into 6th grade when it became very bad. i was 80 pounds. i would lose countless amounts of weight and she would tell me i’m “almost at our weight goal” it was never my goals, always hers. i had to be put in the hospital after i kept fainting and started losing hair. i’m better now but still almost relapse at times