I know this is very long but please read it and give me advice because I no longer know what to do.
I am so worried and desperate for change. Ever since a young age I have been insecure about myself, especially my weight. I would get called many names from peers and so I began to hate myself. But once I got into fifth grade and I went to my dad's homeland to visit, everything seemed to change. My older cousins had told me that I needed to lose weight and look more like my younger brother (who was only 4 years old). I took it to heart. After my father kept telling me that I needed to lose weight and look like the Miss Universe ladies, along with other family members mentioning my weight and telling me I needed to look as skinny as my friends, I began to fantasize about being anorexic.
In 7th grade, I would skip breakfast and workout for four hours as much as possible. I would skip lunch, but it wasn't as serious then. Once I got to high school and joined cross country and track, I saw all of these beautifully skinny ladies that I wanted to look like. I wouldn't eat breakfast or lunch, have gym class, go to practice after school, and after practice ended at around 6pm, I would go to workout at the gym until 8pm. I would usually eat a decent dinner, but this went on for quite so long that I was extremely skinny.
Eventually, more events occurred with depression and such, so I was put on an anti-depressant that made my weight sky rocket. I got off of it a couple months ago, but I kept over-eating to the point where I am now overweight. Now I am 17 and because of the medicines I am on now, no matter how much I eat "healthy" and workout, there are no changes. The only thing that seems to work is to not eat at all. My dad is still continuously telling me I need to lose weight because I look pregnant.
My goal is to look very fit and be healthy (such as Pamela Reif), but at this point I feel as though the only way is to stop eating until I am quite underweight, and then slowly gain weight again with eating cautiously and working out with weights. I just know there are so many downsides to anorexia that at this point I am unsure of what to do. And the last thing I want to do is end up in a hospital again for mental and physical health after all of the hospitalizations and pain I have put my family and friends through.
I just feel so helpless...