this. This girl that stares me back in the mirror who looks so…sad. I guess I could say it started early on in my child hood. My family has always had holidays & tradition around food. Food, food & more food. Which is fine, we’re a family that loves all sorts of eatery. If I said I’ve had a bad chilhood, i’d be lying. My younger years have been absolutely perfect. Yeah, I was a little chunkier than my average stick-figure like friends but I always had fun. It wasn’t until late elementary & early middle school that some of the boys started picking on me. But that happens to everyone, right? I was tough & I dished back what they dished me. In 7th grade, I came to a point where I said…this is enough. Having to be weighed in front of all my classmates at school was ridiculous. More so when they classified me as “obese.” I was 13 & very vulnerable. But I took it upon myself to get healthier & well, to tell you the truth…I really wanted this guy i’d been crushing on for years..to really notice me in that way. Over summer I lost over 40 pounds & came back a different person. I was 5′9″ & 190lbs. I didn’t know it then but…I looked really good. Of course I got attention from guys that never once looked at me before…i got my first of several boyfriends that year… it was absolutely amazing. but I still remember back then thinking how fat I thought I was. I was still putting myself down even though I got showered with compliments. 14 is the best teen year for me so far. It got better though…I started really LIVING!
And then it all crashed & burned. My Dad suddenly died from lung cancer. I didn’t know what to think anymore. It was so painful, yet I never really cried, instead I isolated & ate. I ate. I ate & ate & ate until I ballooned to a whopping 230. I thought that was bad…..then I tipped the scales at 250. I guess I never really healed. Eating my pain had become my life. I started messing up school, I picked the wrong friends & I just…gave up.
Just a little over a year ago, when I was 16 my Uncle died. Great…everyone I love the most is dying. I kept thinking that. I blamed myself for ridiculous things. I was hurting & once again eating.
So here I am. Less than 4 days ’til my 18th birthday. 323lbs @ 5′10″. I don’t even know how I managed to gain my body weight times two from age 14. It baffles me & makes me want to cry for days.
But I must not. I’ve done enough crying. I’ve healed relationships, I’ve started college a year early, I’ve held a job for almost 2 years, I have my own car…I have done a lot of great improvement in my life. Now it’s time for my appearance. I know i’m beautiful in the soul, I just want everyone to see that on the outside.
Wow, this was a really long post & if you read through it all, I thank you. I keep a lot of my feelings isolated inside me & it’s good for me to write & speak it out.
I know now that I’m committed.. really committed to doing this. I just wanna live again, you know?
You know.
