I Promise
I keep reading these stories that are all horribly negative. Some people are blessed with good health, some who aren't, those that dislike their bodies and others who feel inevitably betrayed by theirs.
I don't remember a time when my body wasn't big and something shameful.
I was 8 when I was first put on a diet. I had to go to the doctor and discuss my food diary.
I was 10 when they put me on NutriSystem.
I was 13 when I "chose" to go to Weight Watchers camp.
Clearly, none of this worked.
My highest weight was 297 pounds. I'm now about 250. I'd like to be about 170.
Men have told me it feels bad to touch me.
I've been someone's secret several times.
It wasn't really until I was in my 30s that I met someone who thought I was pretty. Ironically, that's when I lost almost 100 pounds.
When we broke up, I gained 50 back.
I know you have to love yourself before someone can love you, but I don't ever see that happening.
Beauty and the beast doesn't work when the girl is the beast.
Men don't love ugly.
