Anastasia_Marie
I am not overly great at writing these things.
Growing up I was a fairly active person. I played school sports, volleyball, soccer, softball. I would say that my weight wasn't a problem until I was about 14.
However I started to gain weight around the age of nine. My life growing up had several tragedies and losses. At the age of 9, my grandfather passed away. At the age of 10 my parents separated, then my mother began dating a very physically and emotional abusive man. Not only was he abusive towards her, but mentally abusive towards me. This lasted until I was about 14.
Around the age of 14 my mom began dating her now current partner and with that partner came the disease of alcoholism. So what does a 14 year old girl with an alcoholic parent do.. She eats of course. I was 14 my brother was 15 and apart from my mother paying rent and bringing over groceries once a week. We did not really see her at all. At almost 16 years old I ran away from home and went to live with my dad. That lasted for about a year until my brother turned 18 and my mom kicked him out. He then came to live with my dad. So I was forced to move because there wasn't room for all of us. So at 17 years old I was living on my own and going to high school full time. I was dating a great guy at the time and had amazing support from most of his family. However my weight continued to climb and be a problem. I became a very angry mean person. I always felt pretty but I knew society didn't see me as pretty. I dropped out of school for a semester and realized that I didn't want to be nothing in my life so I went back. I graduated school with honors and went to college. I was taking the education assistant program and loved it. I got to work with many individuals who just needed someone to be there for them. I however did not complete the program as this is when tragedy struck my life again. On December 18, 2005 while I was at work, working my part time job to pay for my school and life. I got a call at work, there had been an accident with my almost 6 month old nephew. He had been left unattended in a bathtub. On December 19, 2005 we took him off life support and let him be the angel he was meant to be This was very hard for me as I had lost school and my nephew all at the same time. My world came crashing down it was not long after this that my boyfriend of 5 years and I went our separate ways. So once again. I ate. For the next almost 3 years it was an in and out of court battle to get justice for my nephew. Justice failed him. At around this point I began working in a call center.. FYI not a good job for someone who already has weight issues. My weight sky rocketed at this point. In 2009 I was diagnosed with PCOS. At this time I also began dating my current partner. In 2010 we moved from Cornwall, ON to Kingston, ON. Where I have struggled to make friends and get to know people. So this has once again lead my to a point in my life where I have lots of free alone time.. So I eat.. This is something that I have decided needs to change. I need to take my life back and worry about me. I can not take care of anyone else if I can not take care of me.
