Hello all! I'm so happy to have found what is obviously a welcoming and supporting space.
I'm Jenny. I'm 22, and I've struggled with my weight my entire life. Some of the most poignant moments in my childhood involved my size -- noticing I was bigger than other girls in my class, my father trying to have a gentle conversation with me about eating healthier. All those moments combined and convinced me I was a FAT PERSON, and was destined always to be a FAT PERSON. And what can I say? It was a self-fulfilling prophecy as I ate my way into my current state, excused my by assumption that I'd always be like this.
That ends now.
I weight about 220. My highest weight was 230, about two years ago. I struggled with bulimia for a bit and dropped to 150, then rocketed back up when I recovered from my eating disorder. One eating disorder to another... lovely.
I work in politics -- have for several years -- and the hours and the constant parade of crap food in campaign offices has definitely taken it's toll.
But my life is more that crap food. I have a beautiful partner who I love, an incredibly job, and a bright future. So I'm setting out to prove that I have as much respect for myself as I do for my friends and family. I'm happy I found this place at the beginning...
