moxiecowgirl
My story isn't really all that tragic or mind-blowing or anything.
I was never a really thin girl, even as a baby. But I was always long-limbed and muscular, so I carried weight differently than most. Aside from a few sporadic jerks, I don't remember ever being harassed about my size or feeling like I didn't fit in. I enjoyed a fairly average childhood with plenty of friends and nothing more than the normal teenage angst about my appearance. Even at my highest weight, I've never had a problem making friends or feeling accepted.
I used to say that my huge personality would never fit in a tiny little body. Unfortunately, over the years, I seem to have done my damnedest to expand that body to contain the personality and then some.
It was only when my size started to get in the way of doing some of the things I love doing that I even considered what carrying this weight was doing to me. I completely managed to miss the fact that I could no longer cross my legs when sitting, or that walking up and down stairs was much more difficulat. I barely noticed that I could no longer run if my life depended on it. Nor could I fit in some theater seats. And we won't even talk about the clothing selection for a size 26 and then some!
So here I am now. I can't say life has ever just been terrible, even at my highest weight. But you know what? It's time that my outside matched my inside. I'm ready to stop letting my size get in my way. It's not ok with me to have these limits.
And who knows? Maybe if I shrink the storage area, my huge personality will get out and roam even more!
