I think while I was suffering gallbladder attacks. I went three times to the emergency room before they actually decided that they should really remove it, because it was threatening my pancreas. That's when I knew there was a serious problem, but I think I was so scared of talking about it with my parents. I lived on my own, so I could pretty much do whatever I wanted. I didn't really want to talk about it either because I was afraid that people would say that I was shallow, that I was superficial. The stigma, I think, was a big problem. But I knew something was wrong; I didn't quite know what it was.
On March 3rd, 2014. See this statement in context.