Anna-Kate
My story is probably like so many of yours. I have always been a big person. I have not always been fat but I am, bone and muscle wise, bigger than the average girl. I am not just saying that to make me feel better about my size it's just true. I have always been bigger and stronger, as my mom would tell me, "your strong like bull". I always wanted to be the short, petite, big booty, red haired, green eyed beauty on the block, thats not to much to ask for right? LOL. I am a happy, loud, giggly, beautiful, independent, determined, opinionated broad who loves herself big or not big. I have used the cruel things that people have done or said in my life to make me a stronger and better woman but that doesn't mean that they hurt any less. I just want to share some of my stories that have happened through my life because I know that alot of you can relate to them. All my life I have heard things like, "Wow, you have such a pretty face", yah, like the rest of me is screwed or when going shopping, my mom and I asking for a specific clothing department and being told that there was nothing that would fit us so we shouldn't bother. One time I had a group of guys blatantly say that I was @#%&^*!+ disgusting and I should have never come out in public looking the way I did. OK, as a young adult I was very confused because I did not feel disgusting or grotesquely over weight, which I was not severely obese at that time like I am now. Even though I have been fat for alot of my life I have always carried my weight well. Looking good has always been important to me so it made me very angry that these cruel people would cause me to doubt myself. I was a normal sized little kid but when I got to 7-8 I began menstrating at an insanely early age and the weight came on very quick. By the time I was in 5th grade I weighed 200 pounds. For the next few years I maintained that weight until I turned 14 and became pregnant. I know, I know, that is crazy but its working out ok. But anyways, before I gave birth I had little pudgy pouches but as my belly started to swell I began forming deep red stretch marks that eventually took over my entire torso front and back, my little girl body was not made to stretch like that yet. After I gave birth I suddenly had extra hanging areas that I never imagined would be stretched. I eventually began to suffer from post partum depression. The meds caused me to gain even more weight but I had also became an emotional eater so you can imagine that my emotions were all over the place plus I had a young infant son to care for, I was a teenage mom, I worked, and I was only a freshman. I eventually graduated, I have a great son, and I have been going to college for what seems forever but my weight is now 328, I have celiac spru, diebetes(oral and insulin), high cholesterol, PCOD, and a varietle buffet of medications to choose from. I am only 31 years old. I am waiting, waiting, and waiting some more to get things rolling.
