I started when I was in the 6th grade. (I'm in my 30's now.)

My brother was one of those kids who could eat anything and never gain weight. He'd have dinner with Grandma, then dinner with the neighbors, then come home and eat dinner again and always was a bean pole.

My brother would eat everything in the house, chips, cookies, special things for dad's lunch, etc and when mom would get mad because the food was missing he would blame me. No one ever believed me when I said he was the one eating everything because he was so skinny.

Eventually, I resolved to stop eating altogether in hopes that they would believe me when I said I didn't eat whatever it was. Even when you could count my ribs, they never believed me. It's like no matter how much I weigh or how skinny I get I'll never be liked and always be the "bad kid."

My weight goes up and down now. I've lost 30 pounds since march, but I'm still the fat kid in my parents eyes.