Hello I'm a TURKEY

I'm so thin, and I know, I'm aware of it.
Everybody told me, from my family and friends and people who really know me, long ago that I look way too thin than before because they know that I'm that cute chubby tall guy hanging around places. but I ignored all of them, thinking that it's my body don't manipulate me I'm not a puppet, I need liberty, the hell you care if I'm thin as long as I'm not bothering you and as long as I'm happy..."fuck off and mind your own bizniz!"
Slowly, I realized that my way of thinking became different, my lifestyle, diet, daily routine, health changed.
But still, I'm stubborn Juno.
One weekend over our house, while I was lying watching TV, my mom sat beside the bed and felt and saw my hipbone which was sticking out and reacted negatively. Her sentiment was, she trusted me that I was taking good care of my health when I'm away, and that she's with me through all this weight-loss process as long as I'm not neglecting myself. But she's fed up! She wanted me to wake up to reality that I'm underweight and psychologically disturbed. And I somehow know that. And she made a deal:
If I don't gain 5kg by Christmas and another few pounds after it...she'll pull me out of my university and drop me somewhere close to Santa Cruz and study there!
Knowing that Nursing is my dream and that to graduate in a BIG university means so much to me, she subjected me to her Christmas Turkey Camp!
Now, I'm eating appropriately, I don't super starve myself anymore, and I give in to my hunger pangs and I don't over excercise too. I'm not doing this for anyone, I'm doing this for myself.