when i was a kid my dad had always yelled at me for overeating and being fat, always putting a negative conitation on the word fat... i was anorexic, had a drug problem, and when i would binge i would overeat... all of that is over thank god, if only i could reach the finish line.
i am tired of the yo-yo.
i am tired of being depressed.
and i am especially tired of being chubby.
i dont really think this is a scream for help, maybe just a far cry and just some feelings i had to share with someone. i guess if anyone has had similiar experiences and has conquered it... i would love to hear how you did it. i am 23 and will be damned if im going to live the rest of my life like this... (see thats the fire inside lol)
peace irina


I am the youngest of 7 kids so me and my sister next to my age were very negelcted. Both parents worked, and well they really had no time, so we found food as our only means of comfort, I do remember comments from my family as I got older about being fat and boy, don't they stick.
