ABSTRACT
I have hated my body for as long as I can remember. I was heavier than most of the other girls in my class and I was teased constantly. I think my parents felt sorry for me and they let me try all sorts of crazy diets. I have dieted so much that I don’t think I can eat normally anymore or if I can even tell when I am hungry or full. Most of the time, I can avoid sweets, but when I do eat them, I totally lose control. Once I take one bite, I just keep eating and eating and can’t stop myself until I’ve eaten everything. I am mad at myself for letting things get so out of control. I wonder if it would be this bad if I had never been teased or if my parents stopped me from dieting. I wish I had never hated my body in the first place.
