I think it I always suffered from poor body imagine from 5-8th grade. I remember noticing my legs were shorter and thicker than my peers. I was curvaceous and a little on the robust side (though not fat). I remember thinking about dieting a lot but I was a big eater (so was the rest of my family). Fast forward to 16 and my first real boyfriend and I wanted to look good. I dove straight into starving myself (and eventually purging). When I lost the first few pounds people were telling me how great I looked ( teachers even said, wow, have you lost weight?). It just fueled the fire. I never got dangerously low in high school but it set me on the path for a life-long struggle. Despite being many, many, years older, I think my anorexia has been a way for me to separate myself from the rest of my family who all eat with reckless abandon.