By Iliana Revuelta

I’ve never been a size 0 girl.

As a kid I was bullied for being overweight, and every night I cried myself to sleep.

My parents were busy raising my two baby sisters, so I was left to raise myself. Without guidance I read magazine articles on how to lose weight.

When I turned 12 I began starving myself. I ate maybe one meal a day. Or none. And added crazy exercise routines to my crazy diet.

At family gatherings I ate very little, or watched other people enjoy their delicious food.

I began to hate food. If I ate I felt like the worst human being — who should be punished with an extra mile of running.

My weight went down. And unfortunately, so did my metabolism. Read the rest of this entry →