I've been eating weirdly since I was, like, 10 or something.
When I came home from school (I was a latchkey kid), I'd just cram down everything I could find. I started with the cookies, the candy, and then I started with the un-cooked pasta, un-cooked rice, anything I could chow down.
When I was about 14, I got into a kind of bulimia-esque cycle, where I would feel bad, eat junk food to make the feelings go away, feel guilt and shame for what I had done, try to vomit it up (undoing the sin), failing, feeling horrible, eating more...
I wanted the ugly female fat to go away, I wanted to just lose all of it, to become a skeleton, but I could never do that.
Nowadays, I'm not like that. I no longer feel that terrible anxiety after eating candy, and I no longer rummage through all the cupboards just to eat my feelings away. I'm regarded as a bit fat, and I suppose I am. My parents tell me this. I should exercise more, but I don't. I guess I don't really care any more, and that's good.
I'm 165 centimeters tall (5'4") and weigh approximately 62 kilos (130-odd pounds).