As a kid, I was usually really skinny.
Once I broke my femur and was unable to walk for 6 months, I gained weight. I was at 160lbs. Once I got into college, I was 180lbs. I got into an abusive relationship and was told I was too fat. I tried to starve myself but every time I ate, my body held on to the food. I ended up at 235lbs. I got the courage to leave that relationship and began losing weight, just by letting go of stress. My SO and I got together when I was 235. Since being with him, I've gotten down to 190. He tells me I'm beautiful and that I don't need to lose weight. I'm doing it to get healthy. But the truth is, I couldn't be more proud of my body. Now the next step, stop smoking!
