Dec 24, 2008Well, here goes. I am 36 years old and only vaguely remember not being the fat chick. I recently found some old pics from when I was a child and see that I was a little bit chubby in them, but nothing serious. I was involved in little league baseball, was constantly outside playing, riding my bike, swimming, etc. As I grew up and went through puberty, I became the fat girl. I couldn't fit into clothes that the "cool" girls were wearing. Nothing looked right on me. At my Bat Mitzvah and Jr. Prom, I had these big ugly dresses because nothing else fit me. Back then, you couldn't find anything pretty if you were above a size 12. Everything was made for old ladies. Now, thank goodness, they at least make pretty stuff for us. I was constantly picked on in school. I still participated in some sports activities-like volleyball and softball and even made the swim team. I was never any good at them, but still I tried. I was in the marching band and that required a lot of physical energy. So, what happened? How did I keep getting fatter even though I was doing all these physical activities? I guess life just caught up with me. When I went to college, I got involved with guys who just wanted one thing and they would find the girls with the lowest self esteem who thought it was a good thing if a guy wanted to sleep with you, even if that's all they wanted. It was not an experience I like to think about, but I thought it was fun at the time. Looking back, I can't believe I even did half the things I did. After college, I met a guy who again, wanted me for sex. I ended up getting pregnant, he cheated on me and I moved out of our house while I was 7 months pregnant. My beautiful daughter is the result of this failed relationship. At least there was something positive to gain from it. My daughter has been my reason for going on and becoming the woman I am today.