UPDATED March 26th, 2018 When I was 16, I was a straight-A student, but I was also a wallflower and extremely shy. I lacked self-confidence and didn’t like my looks. Books became my best friends. One day a peer told me I better watch my thighs. She said they were getting big. Looking back, I can see there was not an ounce of extra fat on my young body, but I chose to go on a diet. I had grown up watching my stepmother and my girlfriends diet on and off. On the fifth day of the diet I felt so hungry, that I walked into a bakery and bought a box of chocolate donuts and ate them all in one sitting. It was like a shot of heroin, and the beginning of my living nightmare. My life, my mind, and my soul ceased to be mine. Most of my waking moments were focused either on hiding to binge on forbidden foods, or dieting to get rid of their fattening effects. I would often raid the refrigerator in the middle of the night, or when my family was out.