Most of my friends know that I've struggled off-and-on for many years with fatness and borderline eating disorders. I can't count how many times I haven't done something because I think I'm too fat. It has interfered with every single aspect of my life - no exaggeration.
Recently, I weighed myself, for the first time in a long time. I expected to be shocked, and I was. I wasn't shocked by how big the number was, though; I was shocked by it looking normal. It was the same number a lot of my friends have (and I won't tell you exactly what it was, but it was lower than it has been in a long time).
It's not proportional to my height, but whatever. I get so sick of people telling me that I'm going to weigh more because I'm so tall. That's no comfort to those of us who are elephants, all right?
Anyway, I've been in bliss since then. Finally, after long and sick struggles, my weight doesn't bother me.
Want to know why?
Because I'm not fat.
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