I think the last time my weight was appropriate for my height was when i was about 12. Since then my weight has steadily been on the increase, unlike my salary.
I think my biggest problem is that i really love the taste of food. Im my family, food is the epicentre of the universe - we laugh, cry, mourn, debate, argue and talk whilst eating. As ive grown older, food has remained a focus of the typical social gathering. I eat for every occasion, im really not fussy. Happy? Then i shall eat! Sad? Then i shall eat something particualrly calorific. Depressed? I will eat more crap. Bored? I'll pick and eat stuff. See where i am going with this?
Throughout my teens, i tried to spend as little time as possible at home. So most of my dinners were of the take away variety, which suited me just fine. By the time i got into my 20's i was very overweight. I knew it, and i felt ashamed that it seemed only me that had put on so much weight, whilst the rest of my friends had remained stick insects. Herein started the eat/diet/purge/guilt cycle. I'd eat, feel bad and diet for a few weeks, then cave in, then feel bad for being so weak, then id eat again etc
Its also dawned on me recently, that i have used my fat suit as a test for the men of the world. I wanted someone to see beyond the fat, and love the woman inside. Well men out there...you failed! Which unfortunately leaves me stuck with this fat suit.
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