Nichole F.
I have always been a "big girl", since I was in grade school, nut no one ever said anything. When I got into J.R. high, I had friends and even a boyfriend. I always had gotten comments on my chest but never anything else. By high school I was only called "Fat" when some was mad at me. Now that I look back, I wasnt really fat, I was slightly over weight but I was still pretty. The bad thing is I made fun of heavy kids/people. When I was 18 yrs old I got pregnate and by the time I had my son, I had went from 160lbs to 260lbs. From there I threw my body into hormon hell. By the time I was 25 I had gained another 50lbs. When I was 27 I was dx with PCOS and put on a medication (metformin) to help control the wt. gain and maybe help me lose the wt. I was by this time 320. Three weeks after starting the meds I couldnt take it anymore. NO WONDER you lose weight with this medication. I went to the bathroom atleast 7 times in a day. So I would quite taking the medication for a week and start over. ITS WAS AWFUL. By the time I was 29 I was convinced I was a BBW and I was going to be proud of it. My friends loved me my family loved me. I have a men, I dont need to impress anyone. I am fat, funny, and outgoing it dosent get any better. (So, I thought). I work at a ped/internist office as a M.A. and some kids would say little things, you know like....look mom shes HUGH. And then I would be out in public and people would look at you funny. My friends and I were out at a bar one night, and a fight broke out behind me. When I turned around to see what was going on, I was shocked it was one of my girlfriends throwing stuff at a group of guys at a table, for making a comment about me when I walked by. That was my breaking point, I had let myself go to the point that my hair was a rag-a-muffin mess, I didnt wear makeup and my clothes where just so big I looked like a slob. I had reached 340lbs.
