![]() ![]() My friends and I thought we were incredibly clever. The thinking was this: I could keep a stash of these Equal packets in my purse and sprinkle the contents on my cereal, coffee, or tea anytime-right in front of my teachers' eyes. They showed me how to steam open a little blue packet of Equal sweetener and fill it with finely ground laxatives. When a couple of girls in my AP English class taught me another trick to keep my body laced with laxatives, I embraced the idea wholeheartedly. Over the months, I watched my weight drop on the scale-130 pounds, then 123, 117, 110. I started skipping breakfast for lunch I'd eat only a cup of bran cereal, topped with the smallest amount of skim milk possible. Chewing on them tricks your stomach into registering the sugar as food, so your muscles stop churning, or so I was told. My stomach rumbled all the time, so my pals told me to chew peppermint candies. "You need to learn to hold your liquor," my friends said. ![]() Of course, coffee plus laxatives made bathroom visits more necessary than ever. My new circle of friends also advised me to down laxatives with black coffee-a diuretic that would force excess water out of my body and help make me lean. Dinner wasn't allowed because I couldn't burn off the calories before bed. My grades were improving, I was feeling more confident, and boys on the street were starting to notice me.įeeling inspired, I decided to take my mission to a new level-by restricting the food I ate. Instead, as the weeks went by and the pounds slipped off, everyone complimented me. I'm sure my teachers were suspicious, but nobody ever called my parents or mentioned my frequent bathroom breaks to the dean. Yes, I had to run to the toilet constantly, necessitating all kinds of fibs to get out of class. With their help, I began waging war against the fat. ![]() The pills felt like Excalibur in my hands. For a second, the fat girl inside me felt almost.pretty.Īfter that, I started taking laxatives every day. When I looked in the bathroom mirror, I was astonished. My muscles burned, my stomach cramped, and what felt like half my weight in water ran down the toilet. One day, after listening to me whine about my weight for the hundredth time, my roommate suggested a solution: a little pink pill-a laxative. ![]()
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