I wasn't really born with any weight issues. Up until I was 13 I was tiny for my age and weight was never on my mind. But one summer when right before I was going to start grade 7 I went from 120 pounds to 240. Of course everyone noticed and made fun of me. I missed more days of school than I can count because of being bullied so much for being the fat girl.
In grade 8 I decided to change all that and went from 240 to 190. But it wasn't good enough. I went through high school at 170 pounds and still felt like crap.
Well in 2008 I decided to change all that. I started university, had a job I loved, and met my boyfriend of 3 years that I love dearly. I eat better, and excercised more, making me 150 pounds.I was at the best shape I had ever been in awhile. I could wear all the clothes I ever wanted to wear, I had an awesome set of legs on me and a tiny waist that my boyfriend could fit his hands around. I no longer had to feel insecure going outside, and instead of people teasing me about my weight I got smiles. I thought all my years of pain and hardwork paid off.
Well, pan back to 2012. 200 pounds and feeling disgusting. I look at the clothes I used to wear and just cry. I can't even possibly believe I could once fit into the tiny dresses I used to wear back then. I gained weight from ending up at a crappy job that have me no energy to workout and go for walks. I had to save up money to move out so I worked at this crap job and then would go home, stuff my face due to hating my life so much and go to bed. I moved into a crappy neighborhood and never left my apartment. I had debt issues due to having my apartment invested with mold and bedbugs, costing me a lot of money to buy new furniture and move somewhere else. I had school issues and had to drop out due to stress and the financial burden of tuition fees. I couldn't find a job and I felt useles.
I don't want to go outside because I've had guys follow me in a car up a hill where I live making fun of my weight. And people in the mall calling me fat.
Now I look in the mirror and I just hate what I see. I go to a gym now, eat better and I have been losing weight..but really I just think back on how great I used to look and it seems so impossible to have that great body again. I used to wear bikini..looking at me now..I can't even imagine that.
I don't want to start over again, I feel like it's so unfair because I busted my butt to lose weight and then a string of bad luck happened to cause all this. I get angry almost at people I know who eat and eat and only gain 5 pounds at most. I come from a family of skinny people so I think, why can't I just be skinny?
I just have no motivation and I cant stand to look at myself.




