Deliriouslysane1
It all started on September 2nd, 1986. I was born 7lbs. 11oz. (Lol Irony at its finest). I was normal until about 5 years old. Thats when I really started to notice I was FAT. My mom did all she could over the years to help me with my eating, but every summer I went to my grandmas and for me that was like a free for all because she would give me what I wanted. I didn't know how much I was hurting myself. The more the kids made fun of me the more I ran toward the chef boyardee. By then I was 12, I wanted to hide. I wanted to die. Because I was unworthy of living this life if I was fat. I decided that I would kill myself. I started by looking out the window. It was rainy. I didn't care any more. I knew that in some way I would make them pay for spitting jolly ranchers in my hair. So I started pouring the pills in my hand. And All I knew is that the pain would go away. Then fate happened. Someone was on the phone for me. I was like damn! So I put my pills back in the bottle. And I talked to a friend who made me realize that the only person I would ever hurt would be my family and the people who cared about me the most. Soon after in 2003 I met my husband. (whom I married in 2007.) Fast forward to 2006, I got really sick throwing up flu like symptoms, a red spot on my leg. Next thing you know I'm in the hospital for a full week. Cellulitus broke out on my leg. I was so sick. I recovered all is well. I kept it away for 2 years, and lost 76lbs. I got it again in 2008, and 2009. Now I've gained that 76lbs back and then some. Here I am again, and now they are telling me I don't have an option but to have surgery. Thats my plan. Thats my story and I'm sticking to it.. :0)
