Mundo

Chegou a pesar 30 quilos. Agora, combate a anorexia dos outros

Hannah Koestler, uma jovem britânica de 22 anos, sofreu de anorexia e esteve perto da morte, quando pesava 30 quilos. Entretanto recuperada, criou uma campanha, que desenvolve no Instagram.

A história de Hannah é impressionante, como impressionantes são todas as histórias sobre pessoas com anorexia.

A doença esteve quase a roubar a vida desta jovem de 22 anos, mas depois de superar o problema, quis servir de exemplo para outras pessoas anoréxicas.

Hannah Koestler utiliza a sua conta do Instagram para divulgar imagens do seu passado e do seu presente, dos tempos mais difíceis e das mudanças positivas na sua vida.

O objetivo deste projeto que desenvolve é ajudar outras pessoas que tenham a doença, bem como alertar para alguns sinais que possam indiciá-lo. E o choque é a estratégia.

“Tenho perfeita noção de que as imagens são fortes, mas fazem parte da minha vida e não devo esconder a verdade. A anorexia é uma doença cruel, que acaba com o corpo, mas também com a mente. Se as minhas fotos impedirem outras pessoas de desenvolver transtornos alimentares, ficarei contente”, revela a jovem, em declarações ao jornal The Sun.

Em declarações àquele jornal, Hannah refere que chegou a pesar 30 quilos e que voltou a ser capaz de vestir as roupas de criança. Corria o ano de 2011 quando a anorexia lhe foi diagnosticada.

A sua dieta, em alguns dias, ficava-se por três bolachas integrais. Comidas contra a vontade.

A anorexia provocou falência de órgãos e colocou a sua vida em risco. E percebeu, nessa altura, que necessitava de ajuda médica.

Quando olha as fotos do passado – que agora partilha, como forma de alerta – recorda-se dos “tempos de infelicidade”, onde se mistura a sua dor com a dor dos pais, que acompanhavam de perto o que parecia ser uma morte lenta da própria filha.

A partir de 2012, conseguiu inverter esse quadro e começou o ciclo da cura, do qual se orgulha. Superou o transtorno e quer ajudar.

O seu perfil no Instagram serve de plataforma de partilha de imagens, sobre a sua história e alimentação saudável, de uma vegetariana. Conquistou mediatismo e tem cada vez mais seguidores. São mais de 120 mil.

Todos os dias recebe mensagens de pessoas com anorexia e tenta dar conselhos, usando a sua experiência.

4 years ago, I was saved. I was on a severe path of self destruction with my eating disorder, and was too ill to realize. In my eyes, I was still "too much" and "not skinny enough". I still wasn't good enough. I couldn't see what everyone else saw. I didn't understand why my parents were so worried about me. I didn't understand why my brother stopped talking to me. My family was right there suffering alongside me all that time. I still remember everything I made them endure when I was in the depths of my eating disorder, and it astonishes me what my illness made me do. I'm so sorry for all the tantrums I threw over being forced to eat, for throwing plates after you, for biting and kicking and screaming at you. I had completely isolated myself from everyone around me. I was unable to go to school properly. I no longer cared about anything except when and how much I ate and what exercise I did. I was constantly cold and shivering, even in summer. My hair was falling out. I was weak and had no energy. But while this all happened, my eating disorder was too strong and dominant and kept me from seeing the truth. I never believed I had an eating disorder until it was almost too late. I was already in the grave with one foot, and would not have survived the weekend had it not been for that very special Friday 4 years ago. On September 7, 2012, I was admitted into the intensive station at Austria's best hospital, and it was there that my life was saved. I just read over my doctor's letter from back then, and seeing just how much damage I had done to my body is shocking, because those are the things you don't realize as it isn't obvious on the surface. All my organs were failing; I was fading in and out of consciousness the first two weeks I was there and don't remember any of those 2 weeks now; I had to get blood transfusions because I needed both red and white blood cells as my body stopped producing them sufficiently; I couldn't move anymore and after being on bed rest for a several weeks, I had to relearn how to walk; I suffered from refeeding syndrome; I was fed through a nasogastric tube because my body couldn't process regular "food" anymore; etc.

A photo posted by Hannah | Vegan ? | 22 | UK ?? (@prosperoushealthylife) on

Em destaque

Subir