I have read a few of these threads and never post because both sides have valid arguments i think but i think its time that i did.
I wake up every day with the thought that i need to lose weight i really do - sometimes it makes me cry because i literally torture myself with guilt about being 6 stone overweight.
I have tried every diet known to man - CBT, hypnotism was my latest venture and probably the only way left for me is surgery. In my 20's i used to be married to a really emotionally abusive man who also enjoyed torturing me about my size waving magazines like Elle in front of me and telling me this is how a real woman should look. I decided after him to go to Uni, have a damn good time and accept myself for my size and make the best of who and what i am.
I got married again this time to a guy who loves me for me and had two more children ( i had three already ) and was diagnosed with diabetes type two for which i require insulin. This is the reason i am so angry with myself for not losing the weight and being healthy enough because of my smallest two ( aged 21 months and 5 - my other girls are virtually grown up now being 17, 19 and 22 ) needing me for a lot longer than the girls will.
Its really, really hard and i know exactly why i am like this ... cupboards have always had to be full - i don't feel secure unless the fridge and cupboards are full and i have always been the type of person that loves to cook and feed other people ( although in my 20's i didn't like eating in front of others) Not everyone is fat just because that is a choice they make - i would have been thin years ago if it were that easy.
When i was 7 my parents went away ( crap 70's parents ) to Europe to contract and make loads of money - they sent me to live with my half uncle and his wife and 2 kids on a fairly impoverished council estate with my parents sending them regular money for my keep. Not a penny was spent on me and over the two years i was there i got thinner and thinner and have never been so hungry in my life ...
Their children got free school dinners and because my parents nowhere near qualified i got nothing - and was sent to school with nothing so i know how it feels to look in the school canteen feeling starving with nothing to eat and knowing that when i got home there would be a fight over the crust of the loaf that made the toast for dinner because it equated to the biggest bit. Finally and thankfully social services stepped in because i suppose my parents just didn't notice or didn't want to notice and they had to come back and take care of me again.
I got fat - because i was scared of where the next meal was coming from - then i got thin and took up smoking in my teens spending all my lunch money on fags - then i got fat again at 20 in my first pregnancy and have lost and gained a few stone here and there (lost a stone again in the last two months) but never seem to be able to stay away from the 'comfort' of being fat.
Sorry this is so long but i always wanted to post this, I am not ashamed for being fat, im attractive and have people around me that love me but have been unable to let go of the 7 year old girl who was starved for two years of her life. It is a choice i suppose but one i feel i have no control over - i am used to being judged and usually step in with a fatty joke before anyone else does just so people know i am perfectly aware of my size.
Some really shitty and nasty comments on this thread and others has made me finally post why i am fat and why whilst i don't think it is akin to rasicm at all, fat shaming is not healthy and will not work the way stopping smoking shaming does - you don't have to be around cigarettes but you always have to sadly be around food.