Everyone has asked me in the past year...."So when did you first start having a problem with your weight?" Let me put this into perspective for you. I was born February 5th, 1986...somewhere between there (I was almost 4months preemie) and my 5th birthday it was apparent that I was not a typical gangly skinny kid...I have prepared some photographic evidence...
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| I'm the fat kid in the front row who can't button her sweater. |
So...there you go. I don't blame anyone. I don't look upon my youth with disgust...actually I'm grateful for it. My parents are amazing...I had an amazing Mom who was always encouraging me and an incredible Dad who was constantly telling me I was beautiful. That's the secret to my self esteem. I had amazing people in my life who saw deeper than my fat rolls.
I have friends who are plus size. And for some of them I just WISH I could bottle up my self esteem and let them use it. It breaks my heart when I realize that they didn't have the same support I did growing up or feel the same way about life. I've NEVER let my size be a barrier. And now, whether it is or isn't a true barrier...it won't be anymore. My journey begins................
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