What was the final straw that got you to say enough is enough?
For me it was the comments. I’ve been larger since puberty. We’re talking 10/11 stone at sixth form and a bit more after university.
I would often get people remarking on my weight but it always got me down. I volunteered with the Royal Voluntary Service and some (nice enough) women would just offer unsolicited advice - “have I thought about about cutting my hair to enhance my shape?”. My own grandmother telling me I should drink warm lemon water first thing. Having my cocaine addict uncle preach to me about healthy eating.
Just didn’t want to hear another word of it! Leave me alone.
What about you?