[–] Tacometropolis ago (edited ago)
I was starving for quite a while (about a 6 month period). Went down to about 135. Today I weight around 200, and people still tell me I'm thin. Didn't realize what kind of shape I was in at that point, just knew I was hungry all the time, and didn't have food. Thing is I didn't have to be.
I was going to grad school at the time, and living with someone. I ran out of money. Lost my job, and had nothing to replace it with. I could have asked for help from my family, and eventually I did, but I was too proud to do so for quite some time. Once I did, things got better fast. I bought some groceries, moved back home, got a job, apartment, and then a few months later 2 better jobs. Haven't stopped working since.
I still basically hoard food (freezer, and canned stuff). I'm careful with my money almost to the point of irrationality, but it definitely taught me pride is dangerous.
[–] Aboresh ago
I grew up poor. When I say poor I mean didn't know if the utilities would be on when I came home from school. I remember one time my family and I were cutting wood for the coming winter and my mother broke her arm, and we didn't have the money to get it looked at. I saw how my family struggled and saw how pointless their hard work was and I busted my ass in school and ended up going to college.