Katie V.
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Hm, my story....here goes it...
Lets start at the beginning of things. I was born on a beautiful spring day in Austin, TX my mom says it was one of the most beautiful days Texas had ever seen. Probably because I was born and it could've been storming and she wouldn't have noticed. I was born 6 weeks early and weighed in at a mere 6lbs 3oz....
....now let's fast forward a few years. The ripe old age of 5 years old. I'm a hyper, off the wall, loud and smart mouthed child. I was in afternoon kindergarten so everyday before school my mom would take me to Mickey D's so i could enjoy some french fries, nuggets and orange Hi-C. She probably didn't realize it would start me on my weigh to being severely obese and facing, what will ultimately be, a life saving surgery. I began packing on the pounds
I went from being a normal sized 5 year old and once i started school it was uphill from there...scale wise at least. By the time i was in third grade i was already in a size 16 womens!!! Granted i was a tall child. Probably 5'4 when i was 10...but still, i couldn't stop packing on the pounds. I was in weight watchers in 4th grade...my gramma would take me because my parents were working and my gramma would "reward" my weeks weight loss with a trip to the Olive Garden next door. How does that work? Let me reward your weight loss with FOOD...good thinkin Gram. 
My middle school years were the worst. Between not being able to keep up physically in gym class to BARELY squeezing into the desks...i was picked on quite a bit. I hated myself. I hated how i looked. I hated the clothes i had to wear. I hated my fat face. I hated that kids would moo when i walked by or call me Shamu....it was probably some of the darkest years of my life. I was a size 22 when i was in 7th grade. This was before the "fat people" clothes were cute. I had the worst sense of style. Hills didn't really supple me with much of an option when it came to wardrobe.
Fast forward a couple years...high school. It was actually much easier in high school for me. I had made some amazing friends. I guess people were a little more mature at this point. The name calling and teasing was pretty low. I can remember what was probably the worst day of my freakin high school career was SWIMMING class...nothing like not liking how i look as it is...let's make me wear a bathing suit in front of 30 other kids...all of which are THIN. UGH...I can remember the very first day of swimming we didn't have ladders in the pool for safety issues. At the end of the class all the kids were getting out of the pool...i couldn't. I couldn't lift myself up to get out. So SO embarassing. Fortunately not everyone laughed. There were a few though...laughing at the fat girl that can't even get out of the pool. I went home that day and never wanted to swim again...i did though and after i got the hang of getting out of the pool...i ended up being one of the stronges swimmers in the class. Apparently the weightlessness helps a great deal for me!
Now, here we are...a year after i'm out of high school. I'm in college for Human Services and just enjoying life. I've actually lost some weight, and bagged myself a good looking boyfriend...who ended up being a total A$$ and liar...but that's beside the point. It's all a learning experience right? I've come into my own. It only took me almost 2 decades to finally be, if not happy...at least comfortable with my weight.
I had a friend that had the Gastric Bypass and i was incredibly interested in it...but never followed through at that time. Wouldn't realize how important it would be for me for about another 5 years...
Now, i'm a 21 year old woman who meets and falls in love with a nice boy a month after my 21st birthday. We move intogether...get engaged...and i put on at least 50 pounds. it's really true what they say about being comfortable in a relationship...i packed on the pounds...it didn't help that my fiance liked food just as much as i...we were like eating partners...it was bad. So, things with him and i go south and i end up breaking off the wedding a month before the big day...better late than never I suppose.
So, here we are to current time...i'm single, happy and anticipating my surgery for 11/3!!! By the time i have the surgery i'll have been working towards it for over a year....can't wait to start my new life post op...and am excited to see how everything will turn up for me in the future...
Thanks for reading my story, it was kinda therapeutic to share :)
