Taking Care of Business

I am here as a fellow Loser. Sometimes my sucess will inspire you and propel you forward like an unknown force, but I assume that mostly my mediocore getting-bys or my complete loss will evoke pity from your openly offered empathy. I am hopeful that I can really make a change for the positive and get rid of this weight that is not only weighing me down phisicially but emotionally. I was fat and not happy. If someone is overweight and happy about it, more power to them. I was eating this delightfully greasey, overflowing-with-sugar food and I was not only disgusted with the food, I was disgusted with myself. I was so sick of food being my best friend and hiding behind the “Carrying my weight well” or “I can’t even tell” comments. It was time to do something when I realized that my sister who is only two inches shorter was complaining about being fat and I weighed about 95 pounds more then her. What a kick in the ass. I am here. I am fat. I refuse to let this rule my life and I refuse to let this be who I am for the rest of my life. I am 20 years old and this is the end of the line for FAT.