“I am not my weight”

I have always been a chubby child. It never really bothered me, until I got older and began to see stretch marks, my clothes would be too tight, and I would always get the “you should lose a few pounds” speech from my mother. Although she was looking out for me and only wants the best for me, words still do have unintended consequences. What was intended to be a caring remark turned into a scathing voice in my head.

I am an emotional eater. I am a “closet” eater. I hide some of the things I eat from my family. It is a slow process to fix this so it doesn’t become a health issue, but in a way, I kind of like being chubby! I love my curves, I love my thighs, I love my body. Why? Because it is a part of me.