So, this is how it goes.
Story of my life? I don't have one! I have no flair for the dramatics, so I'll keep it short and simple. Oh, and there's no need to worry. This will all be relative...eventually.
Basically, I was born a fat baby. Yeah, I'm sure more than half the chunky, chubby, overweight, and obese population victimize themselves by blaming bad genes or whatever higher power exists for the gravy filling, but it's true. I was born fat. Bad genes, you know.
So as I careened through life as Shamu would do in his private pool, humiliation was something to get accustomed to, as Shamu also had to undergo. There seemed to be no relief from all angles. At home, I had my mother to pick on me for being overweight and my brother to criticize me for what I ate.
Heyyy, that rhymed.
At school, I had hordes of people who found it easier to pick on the fat girl like it was an acceptable discrimination of some kind. I guess they had to search for some kind of loophole since racism was declared illegal. I can't really see anyone outlawing discrimination against the overweight...Anywho! Around lunch time, even the people who cared about me would stare at me while I shamelessly devoured my scarce lunch and then some (compliments of Mummy Dearest and the thin friends who knew what being full was all about) and I had to wonder if they were thinking the same exact thing every one thinks when a fat person is subjected to eating in public, "Should she really be eating that?" The answer? Probably not, but who can say they really gave a crap? I was just a kid. I was indifferent to the whole "eat to live, not live to eat" clause anyway.
Of course, as all children tend to do, I grew up and I have to say, being a fat teenage girl in a society that finds even the prettiest of plastic people inadequate is a daunting and overall depressing experience. Seriously, you all are lucky to live in a country where the average jeans size is 14 and the average fast food eater has to buy two plane tickets to escape the degredation brought on by those with less or no love-handles or cankles. You can see why food was my only friend. It couldn't talk back and if it could, I would probably eat it before it could get its point across. If only I could deal with people the same way... But I digress.
As my mother grew to become more of a nuisance about my weight, I grew to become too chunky to fit into any of my clothes. You see what happens when you tell your child NOT to do something? Why couldn't she tell me I wasn't eating enough? I probably would have rebelled by default and wouldn't be in this flabby mess.
Relationships? Zilch. It's understandable, really. I'm not saying that it's absurd I could never find someone to overlook my weight issue, but seriously? Even the world's largest (formal for 'fattest') man - courtesy of the Guiness Book of World Records - had a girlfriend he could share his dreams and KFC with. I'm not asking for much, am I?
So yeah, weight has always been a problem and has never stopped being the main obstacle in the way of everything. EVERYTHING.
What course of action have I taken to prevent any further expansion and wobbliness? You can guess for yourself, can't you?
I mean, I did join the site.
18 lbs gone in 3 weeks! Woo!
Thanks for reading, if you even bothered to click on the link. If you did, then chipper, give us a hug! I just might post something else in the near future.
But don't get your hopes up.
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