May Contain Fewer Zs
Some parts of this story are painfully familiar, while others are different. But she captures so much of how I’ve felt (and occasionally still feel), and I wanted to pass it along to others.
Please join us in welcoming our newest blogging candidate, Chelle. She will be submitting three guest posts before we vote on her inclusion.
Trigger warning: Discussion of multiple weight loss attempts.
I hate my story. I find it simultaneously boring and complex and, more than that, I’m always worried about coming across as whinging. It’s been a long 32 years. A lot of shit’s gone down, in the words of Jay-Z (probably), most of which I could legitimately claim perpetuated my poor relationship with food and with my body. Have you ever found yourself inadvertently in a game of “Crap that’s Happened to Me Top Trumps” with somebody? I hold all the damn cards in that game to the point where it starts to sound like I am making it all up.
Hell, if I were on the hatefest that is The Biggest Loser they’d have a hard time…
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