Ever since this incident I’ve had where I went 2 months being paranoid about being pregnant, I haven’t stopped checking my stomach and weight. I genuinely can’t go a day without feeling my stomach, it feels horribly bloated and I hate it. Before the incident, I was really happy with the appearance of my stomach. I was really happy with my weight, too, although I knew I was underweight. Then after the incident, I gained a little weight to now being 8 stone (which made me think I’m pregnant, I’m not.) and my stomach is no longer as flat as it used to be, at least I don’t think it is, but I might just be imagining things due to the extreme anxiety I’m feeling about the incident. I’m so determined to go back to my old weight that I feel like I could go back to starving myself, I know that’s not a good idea but I’m hopeless.
Also, I’m only like 15, I know that me gaining weight is probably just my puberty being a pain in the back side, and deciding I’ve had enough of a flat stomach and fast metabolism.
I don’t want to end up falling into some sort of eating disorder, but I feel like I’ve already hooked myself onto one and I’m obsessed over my weight already.
Please help me.