No One Can Fight but Me

By Xlibris US

“No one can fight it but me" is a biography of a girl living in California.

Read story and discover how she fights her eating disorder, anorexia. She thought she wasn't skinny, and went from one hundred and eight pounds to eighty nine in a few years. She already looked slim, healthy, and had a good body for an athlete but in the mirror she saw a fat girl. Her depression made her confess to her parents. In the end of the biography she talks about how others can fight eating disorder with really helpful hints. Why did she call the book, "No one can fight it but me"? Read the depressing story and find out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796040357

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Copyright © 2019 by Anonymous.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2019907652

ISBN:   Hardcover   978-1-7960-4029-6

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1    The Backstory

Chapter 2    How It All Began

Chapter 3    Torturing My Body

Chapter 4    Coach Agatha

Chapter 5    Junior Year

Chapter 6    How I Fought

Chapter 7    Summer 2015

Chapter 8    Senior Year: New Me

Chapter 9    How You Can Fight It

CHAPTER 1

The Backstory

Many people write books because they want to tell their story, which is true. Sometimes people write books to show off, which is stupid, but I guess they have their own reasons. Not to brag, but I’ve got a reason to write this. Everyone has a small detail that makes them so different from others. In my case, I can’t explain why I am so different. Maybe as I write this, I’ll find out. So here it goes.

I think it was in eighth grade when my parents moved me to another school in the district, Henderson Elementary and Middle School.

My friend Nancy told me, Alyssa, come to my school, it’s so much better. I’ll introduce you to my friends. I know some you’ll definitely like. Trust me, you’ll like it much better.

I don’t know. It’s only one more year till high school, so who cares? I said even though I wanted to move.

But I thought about this and eventually came to my senses, realizing it was the right decision to move scho0ls. Everyone at my new school was nicer and looked at me differently because they didn’t know me yet. Nancy and I had been close because we both did rhythmic gymnastics. Ten years of hard work was starting to pay off, and Nancy and I were finally starting to see results. Although gymnastics practice was not fun, we got close as we struggled to reach our goals together.

Just a little background, this is a sport in the Olympics with the beautiful leotards, ball, hoop, clubs—those juggling-looking things, as many say—and ribbon. This is probably the most expensive sport out there, and no one knows about it. It’s widely common in Russia and Ukraine, which is where my parents come from. This sport requires a lot of practice and dedication. It’s also painful because you gotta be really flexible. I developed back pains, but the results I got in the past ten years were so worth it. So now that you know about this sport, let’s go back to what happened.

The new school was great. I had new friends and everything. Nancy introduced me to many new people, which was very nice of her. I met Hannah, and we became close for a good year. To this day, we are concert buddies. She finds out what music artists are popular, and I join her. She used to love Cody Simpson; I think she got over him though. I remember we went to one of his concerts, and she wanted him to notice us and said, Alyssa, Alyssa, c’mon, do something cool to get his attention like the splits or something.

No! That’s weird, you do something cool, I replied.

Alyssa, live a little. Do something cool. Trust me. He’ll like it, she anxiously said.

Fine, but if it’s weird, it’s on you. Haha. I laughed.

So that was a good time. I am glad we became friends because we made some great memories. It sounds cheesy, but from the bad years I have had, it was nice to get some good friends that I could share secrets with.

It was December, and Nancy started bringing small lunches to school.

I asked her, Nancy, what is up with the small lunch?

Competition is coming up. Gotta stay fit, she answered.

January was competition season, so we had to stay slim and fit. Diet was very important to everyone on the team whether you were slim or not. Sweets and desserts were allowed, but only on the weekends. I loved that special feeling where I would curl up and enjoy something sweet. There was a limit on sweets though. For example, no one should eat a whole cake, but a slice or two was fine. Fruit was considered dessert for girls who really needed to drop a few pounds. That didn’t apply to me, so I enjoyed my sweet cake.

As I looked at Nancy’s lunches, I decided I should do the same. I don’t know why, but I just wanted to try it. I asked my mom to use small food containers to pack my lunches. The smaller the container, the smaller the food portion. I brought small boxes of veggies and ziplock bags of cheese and ham. It had to be healthy but small—that was the main the idea to keep in mind. But the thing was, I didn’t need to bring smaller lunches. This was not the diet that was intended for me. I ate healthy, and my mom watched that I didn’t put junk in my body. In fact, my mom says that ever since I was little, she gave me really healthy food. Only on holidays or birthdays she would give me something special. For example, on Christmas, she would stuff my stocking with Russian chocolates, or if I did well on a test, she would take me out for a Russian potato puff pastry.

I was already a cute, healthy, happy girl that was perfectly in shape. Whether I was wearing fitness clothes at the gym or a cute outfit at the beach, my body looked fit. My mom called me her queen, especially when I competed in my $1,000 leotard covered in Swarovski crystals. I would say I had body goals, but I don’t want to overdramatize it.

As the competition season came around, lots of energy was needed for both practice and the competition itself. We needed to show expression and passion in our routines. Small details like smiles and drama mattered a lot. It is a big part of your overall score when competing. I didn’t have a lot of energy, so my practices weren’t as good as they should be. My coach,