Stacy T.
My story begins March 12, 1984. The day I was born and the last time I was 'skinny'. I have never been average weight. I have always been a big girl. My mom wouldn't let me go outside and get dirty, so while other kids played and ran in the yard, I stayed on the porch playing Barbie's while remaining neat and clean! My mom made big helpings and I had to finish if I wanted dessert, so I did! By the time I was allowed to run around the yard and play with my friends, the eating habits were already set in my brain, so I made sure I stopped and had several large snack breaks in between playing. I'm not trying to sound like a victim, my mother had no idea she was contributing to my health problems. She was just trying to be a good mother that didn't have a starving child. However, now I wish she had known better, so I wouldn't have had to go under the knife to correct the initial 29 years of unhealthy overeating mistakes!
