I am a fat woman. I am fat, I am fat, I am fat. I feel like these words define me. I always had low self esteem and being overweight has brought me down to the lowest point I have ever been. I am stressed and epressed and feel there is no way out of this hell I'm in.
I am embarrased and ashamed of what I've become. I'm 35 year sold. I'm 5'4" and I weigh 255. This is the most I've weighed in my life.
It's very hard to meet people. I'm scared that once they realize I'm fat they won't want to be my friend. I know that sounds insane, but those are the thoughts that run through my head. I feel like the fat has stolen my life.
I don't wear skirts or shorts so that no one will see my fat legs. I don't wear short sleeves so that no one will see my fat arms. There's no use hiding my stomach - it's HUGE. I see gorgeous clothes in the stores and I think to myself, "now if I was thin, I would wear that" but I'm not thin, I'm fat. So instead I buy granny clothes and feel even worse about myself.
Summer used to be something I looked forward to. Now I stay inside in the summer and hide because it's too hot to wear long pants and long sleeve shirts.
The gym is so intimidating. All these beautiful thin girls walking around with the guys trying to get their phone #s. And then there's me. I'm probably the only fat person in the whole gym and everyone will be staring at me, thinking to themselves and making jokes about me.
I have to make sure my body fat is covered because it disgusts my inlaws and they can be very mean when they want to be. I get very stressed out and many times suffer from a panic attack when I'm getting ready to go over their house because I can't forget their rude comments and fear that they will say it again.
I have feelings too just like any other person. I'm in pain and I suffer from anxiety, stress, and depression. I'm embarrassed and ashamed of myself.