DeblovesJohn
Puberty at nine. First girl in the fourth grade to wear a bra, gain weight, become depressed and lose her self-worth. My Mama also began buying my clothes from the "chubby section" in Sears. A record year. Fast-forward to 2004. After thirty-five years of gaining and losing pounds, faltering self-esteem and varying degrees of depression, I reached a turning point in my life. My beloved Mama was diagnosed with Alzheimer's (she now has Hospice) and the agency I work for was in the midst of a hostile take-over attempt. I was trying merely to survive when I realized that I could choose to live differently. I was exhausted trying to control what was happening around me. Then I accepted that I have little or no control over my Mother's disease or the actions of others but I do control my actions and reactions.
