Meth makes me skinny – I’m hot, right?

A couple of weeks ago on the Rants from the Gaslit blog I read the post called “Breaking Hearts on Meth” and I thought back to the many hundreds of times my friends told me they were doing speed to lose weight. These were girls who were only 15-17 years old. Their bodies had not even finished maturing and they were concerned about being fat. They heard speed could make them skinny; sadly, they didn’t hear about the fact that speed can make you sketchy, psychotic and, oh yeah, dead.

I remember how these girls looked at themselves, sometimes for hours at a time, examining every detail, exploiting every flaw. Picking needlessly at themselves and never leaving the thought that they were fat too far behind. Many of these girls were popular, had all kinds of boyfriends and were anything but overweight. I remember being on the outside looking in and seeing how beautiful they were, but no matter how I tried, the message never got across to them. Most of my friends sunk deeper into their own personal abyss – every last one of them worried that if they stopped doing meth they would “get all fat”. They truly believed that even though their cheeks were sucked in and they had huge black circles under their eyes, they thought they looked good as long as they were using meth.

Then there was this girl I knew and will never in my life forget. We partied together alot when we were teenagers. At 15 she was a mother, who found out she was pregnant again. Not wanting the baby and not wanting to get fat, she decided to do massive amounts of meth in hopes that she would have a miscarriage. Sadly, today her son lives with his mother’s death wish for him everyday. Born with a hole in his heart and living with crippling disabilities, everyday for him is a struggle to survive – he never had a choice. To this day I wish I had been able to do something. I was too stupid and too lost in the drug world to see my way out – let alone try to lead anyone else out. Of all the stories I lived through, that one haunts me the most. I wish I could have made a difference then…

If I could make a difference to anyone today, I hope it’s you. If you are reading this thinking you are fat and that meth is somehow your answer – please understand that the voice you hear whispering in your ear today is the same one that will be beckoning you to steal from your loved ones, abandon all you know and love, and give up on life once you are addicted. Please – think about it.


  • Roger

    Well if he can still move his arms and hands, give him a loaded shotgun. Case dismissed, NEXT!! I am a problem solver.

  • Lillie

    this is……sick. she was hoping to have a miscarriage? but i guess that this is what meth does to people. It's really sad

  • Lillie

    this is……sick. she was hoping to have a miscarriage? but i guess that this is what meth does to people. It's really sad

  • Willywillmax

    man fuck meth

  • Willywillmax

    i personly dont like meth it messes up your family and freind its not cool

  • Willywillmax

    your right man

  • jesse

    well you have helped me dramatically I had quit several months before I read your blog and do not have any cravings but moving on with life has been somewhat of a struggle and since I found this blog I have been adding comment after comment and reading all the different sections it seems I am the only one commenting and most of these posts are several years old and have seen no new activity but never the less it has been a great help just typing my thoughts openly and reading about other people that have had my same thoughts and rooted diffidence and sense of not living again even if it was years before and I through typing and reading am starting to feel that there is hope of moving on and my capacity for staying focused on a point while typing so never forget the past and the consequences of it today

    BUT ALSO DON’T FORGET YOU HAVE HELPED ME DRAMATICALLY
    SO THANK YOU SOME CHIC IN CALI

    FROM SOME GUY IN WASHINGTON

  • Homes

    I love me some meth.