A few years back I was struggling with clinical depression and chronic anxiety. I was so, so worried about what everybody thought about me that I didn't want to eat in front of others out of fear that they would think less of me, call me a pig, call me fat, etc. I was really confused because in elementary school, I didn't care at all. I ate breakfast, I ate my entire lunch while surrounded by my classmates, and I ate dinner with my family every night. Right after entering middle school, though, things changed.
About a quarter into the 6th grade, I really got paranoid about what others thought about me. Now, I normally didn't eat breakfast in the morning, just because I didn't have time, and that continued. But I stopped eating lunch - I would only drink about half a bottle of water and go without for the rest of the day until dinner. I would eat about half of my dinner so that my parents wouldn't notice smaller portions. Some days I didn't eat at all and went on only a diet of water, because I would come home and fall asleep almost immediately because I was so exhausted. Such an unhealthy diet started to cause migraines and fatigue, and that's when people started noticing. To keep people away for a while, I would started bringing a small snack size ziplock bag full of dry cereal and eat some of that for lunch. I then ate a snack after I got home and went straight to bed, usually sleeping through dinner.
Eventually someone took notice. I didn't eat all day while on vacation with my best friend at her grandparents' lakehouse. I nearly passed out while in the water, but quickly got back in the boat. I had a splitting headache. Nicole had somehow hurt her elbow, so we went back into the house, I grabbed a bottle of water, and we went to the hospital to get her checked out. We were about to leave when I passed out in the waiting room. My blood sugar was dangerously low, and the nurses made me eat and call my mother to tell her what happened. Everybody assumed that I had just been too busy having fun and had forgotten to eat, but they still watched my eating habits closely after that, which I'm thankful for now because I got a lot better. Throughout 7th grade I had a fairly normal diet, full breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Unfortunately, things took a bad turn when I moved and transferred schools. I was just as paranoid as before about what people thought about me, so again, I tried to stop eating. No breakfast, dry cereal or a granola bar for lunch, and a full dinner on most nights. About halfway through 8th grade, I passed out in the middle of class, and hit my head on a desk, and then the ground. I was taken to the nurse, who threatened to make me eat lunch with her so she knew that I would eat if I didn't fix things myself. I was watched closely at lunch by the monitors and my diet slowly became more normal, despite the fact that I was still extremely self-conscious.
I'm much better now, but I still have issues with my blood sugar. I'm actually eating a lot more now, and I'm at a healthy weight. x3
I'm not really sure if you could say that I was anorexic - I wasn't unsatisfied with my body or my weight, and I wasn't not eating in order to lose weight. I was just nervous about what people thought about me, as most middle schoolers are, and I got into the habit of hardly eating. But I'm still thankful that that part of my life is over with and I'm much healthier now.