I am fat because i hate myself. Or maybe it's that i don't love myself enough.
Whatever. Food has been the only thing i could control over the years. Outside influences have played their part - parents/bullying/low self esteem, but when it comes down to it, for me it's a vicious circle.
Food makes me feel better. Gives me comfort. So i eat to feel better. Then i look in the mirror and see myself and i feel awful all over again, so i reach for my crutch - food. And so it continues.
Control is hugely important to me. I had none as a child, and none at certain points in my adult life. It's one of the things i do have control over now. I am making bad choices, i know that. But it's my choice to make.
I have never been thin. Ever. As i child i was overweight. So much so that aged nine i was taken to weight watchers. And when that didn't work i was put on the slim fast plan. Aged nine. Can you imagine what that will do to a child? Or what about during gym class in high school, the teacher talking about body shapes, and saying that i would never be as thin as so and so. Great way to instill confidence in someone.
All my adult life i have been fat. I have never been able to shop in places other then Evans or somewhere with a plus size range.
Yes, i could do something about it, couldn't i? But you know what? It scares me. I have an identity now. What if i lose weight and i'm still not happy?
What if..? Oh sod it, pass me the cake.