''Confidence is silent, insecurities are loud''
This isn't something I just thought of this morning. It is a constant thought.
My weight has always been a constant worry of mine. I was classified as an overweight kid in the lower grades, diminishing my confidence in my looks.
I feel heavy, I don't if it's stress or not. I just cannot eat or sleep properly without being reminded of how badly I was judged when I was a kid.
I was called fat, round, chubby.
It was a joke to others, but it isn't one to me.
My friend keeps calling me fat. She said she couldn't fit in the seat because of me.
I was deeply hurt by her words, but I ignored it. But that wasn't the only time she joked about my appearance.
These constant comments have gotten into my head, and trying to lose weight is an addiction now.
But I did learn my lesson. But my addiction didn't go away. Sometimes food still appears gross to me, excercise does make me happy, but it doesn't make my parents happy.
~R
