My name is Hyl. I am 21 years old. I am a college certified commercial photographer; however, by nature, I am a writer. I mainly write poetry and short stories, but I am currently in the process of working on my first novel.
I found out what “meat” was when I was 12 years old. I went vegetarian. When I was 15 years old I began researching the milk and egg industry, along with other forms of animal exploitation. I became an advocate for animal rights, as well as an environmentalist, and quickly converted to veganism. I’ve experimented with fruitarianism.
I am a raw vegan most of the time. When I tell people this, their biggest misconception is automatically assuming that because I am a raw vegan, that I’m an epitome of health. That’s not true.
My relationship with food has been everything but normal. Everything but healthy. I have an eight year history of struggling with body dysmorphic disorder, anorexia, bulimia, exercise bulimia, and diet pill, laxative, and diuretic abuse. I’m 5’6”. I’ve been 85 pounds. I’ve been 130 pounds. It’s been up and down as my eating disorders shifted from anorexia to bulimia back to anorexia and back to bulimia, etc. My picture to the right is when I was in the 115 pound range, which is close to my “healthy” weight, but you can see in my face that I was never really healthy at all. Not then and not now. Unfortunately, my weight has fell dramatically since then.
The reasons behind the development of my eating disorders are too many to name. They play on both physical and emotional matters, topped off with a phobia of weight gain. A tight financial situation makes any chance of professional rehabilitation pretty much impossible right now.
So raw veganism is pretty much the only weapon I’ve got left.