As anorexia is trending, let me tell you all something from an ex-extremely-effective anorexic person:
In the end, I was 163 cm and 35 kg. When I started really losing weight, everybody encouraged it, and I could take all those artsy photos that you see more and more online lately. Heroin chic. My mom, my aunts, my boyfriend's family, people online -everybody praised me for starving myself.
When I started reaching my goal weight, something changed. I didn't have much energy, I couldn't spend time with friends, I stopped enjoying sex, and I lost my period. But then again, it felt okay. Because even if I wasn't socializing in real life, people on the internet kept praising me.
At some point, though, looking at my face through my phone, I realized something: my incisors were looking longer and longer. Weird, right? The thing is, I wasn't transforming into a rabbit - they were falling out. I could move them with my tongue. In the end, they were literally hanging from my face. I had to have them removed. I had lost all the bone mass in that area.
My hair, something that I was very proud of growing up, started falling out. My face looked different. I couldn't think. I couldn't study. I had always been extremely good in school, but I had to drop out of college because I didn't have enough stamina to get out of bed in the morning.
I had to go through many surgeries to fix my teeth, but they kept failing because the bone mass simply wasn't there, and my body kept rejecting the bone grafts. My lips started to look different. My face looked different. Everything about me was different.
And people stopped praising me, because I didn't look chic anymore - I looked sick. Nobody wants to watch someone slowly kill themselves. It's not aesthetically pleasing.
It took years to recover from that, and I still haven't recovered completely. I never ended up finishing university, and I feel too embarrassed to go back.
Now I'm trying to practice a sport that I love, and I struggle every day to convince myself that succeeding in my passions feels better than being skinny. And it does.
When you see people online claiming absurdly low weights while also looking muscular and healthy, sometimes they're lying, and sometimes the numbers don't tell the full story. You won't feel better if you reach those weights. You will feel like you're dying. You will probably lose everything.
Your ability to think, to enjoy your body, to study, to have sex and feel good about it, and to do anything that is fulfilling to you is far more important and consequential than thinness.
Thinness doesn't bring you comfort, and it only looks artsy from specific angles in heavily edited pictures. In person, it makes you look frail and sick.
Enjoy your body. Enjoy your youth. Don't let them fool you into ruining your life.



















