I finally told my mom how much this phobia is affecting me. I've kept it a secret ever since I was able to get myself under control and start eating again when I was about eight (I stopped for the most part when I was six because I was afraid everything would make me sick). I am so ashamed of this phobia because it's basically running my life, but after discovering sites like this, with actual people who feel the same as me, I worked up the courage to ask my mom for help. I still haven't told anyone else, but I'm starting therapy in two weeks, and I hope to get on the right path before I go off to college.

Thanks to all the people who posted their stories and gave me hope.