I'm 15. I was 248. it was bad. I'm at 210 now, but I NEED to be at at least 180, just to be "overweight" and not, well... obese, let's face it. my relationships fail because I don't want to date so long a I can't stand seeing how im twice the size of girls my age.
I'm confident when I want, but when I get real down on my luck, I can't help but want to eat the whole damn box of Mac N Cheese.
My parents hate me. I mean that not just "I'm a whiney teenager look at meeeee!!!" My mother chose her abusive boyfriend over me and my father hates having to buy me food and clothes.
That makes me not want to eat. so sometimes I don't. but then on weekend when I'm alone in the house food just seems to be the only prevelent thing.
I want to be healty, I want to be pretty, I want to be loved.
