why are you never satisfied with your body weight?
*gets personal*
when i was younger, my father always bought me a happy meal every day. then when i grew older. i ate even more fast food. the bacon cheeseburger was my favorite choice. it was to the point where we donated bags and bags of toys to the good will. then in 5th grade i hit my max, i was standing at 5 feet, and weighing 200 pounds. my family doctor told me i was morbidly obese, and my mom would be heartbroken every time she looked at me. then PE hit, and i moved to my mom’s house in the 7th grade. and with her diet and doing stuff around school i lost weight. alot of it. i also grew about ten inches too. throughout sophomore year, i stopped eating less and less. and in junior year, i slipped into a period of slight anorexia. my mentality was that of the past. i was still that 5th grader. and noone was ever going to accept me. i again lost alot of weight. i would weight myself on the hour. and would pee right before to lose excess water weight. my mom would complain, but i always told her i had a big lunch at school. then senior year, i was too active in high school to continue the anorexia, and snapped out of it. i started eating again, joined tennis, toned up, alittle. i seemed to fit into high school. i then attended ucr. and i dont know, i guess the spark notes of that question, was that i still have that mentality of that 5th grader, and i cant shed myself away from him. when i look at myself in the mirror, i see him.
