I was ten years old the first time I thought I needed to lose weight. My family and I (mom, dad and younger sister) were on a ski trip with another family (mom, dad and ten year old son). We were all getting fitted with skis and boots and the store associate got us fitted and asked me what I weighed and my mom told him. I heard the mother of the other family informing the associate of her son's weight and at the age of ten I weighed a little more than the boy at ten, so the message I chose to believing was that “I’m fat, and I’m not good enough.” Exploitation became a part of my personality, I was treated badly because of the way some kids in my fifth grade, but the overweight part was completely different. This is the first memory I have of thinking I needed to lose weight, but my eating disorder behavior didn't start until my sophomore year of college. College was an extremely difficult time for me. I had glasses and braces, and in sixth and seventh grade I went through an extremely difficult stage. My comrades did an exceptional job in making these two years a living Tartar. I am currently twenty-one years old, but I still cringe when I think about some of the unpleasant incidents I experienced with other children over those years. I was a wonderful athlete. The only time the “cool kids” were “half nice” was when I was extremely superb at basketball. In 8th grade, I transferred school to a Christian school and began to grow out of my awkward phase. I received lenses and had my braces removed. It seemed like it would give me some confidence, but my self-esteem was damaged nonetheless. I made several friends and in no way was I seen as "the... middle of paper...... a completely outlandish goal." When I reached the goal, I indulged and purged daily and after reaching the goal which was pretty strict, my recovery reversed course. The first few days I just surrounded myself with people and went places I didn't want to go, just to avoid my eating disorder behavior. Getting days under my belt became easier and easier. Then I would slip and fall for a few days and then get back up. I ended up achieving my goal that I made myself believe I could achieve. It's been a week since I reached it. This gave me some confidence, but I continue the fight in another place. I have become extremely petrified of feeling like I'm going to keep falling back and sometimes I still feel like I'm falling back, but so far I've managed to get back up and I'm just praying that I keep falling be able to do it. . Thanks for reading and God bless you.