The simplest question often has the toughest answer. Twenty years ago I was a size 5. Twenty years later, I am lucky to even stand in the same room as a size five. Thirteen sizes later, I am actually down twenty-five pounds from a size 20, to an 18, having ballooned to 250 pounds. So what brings me to write this? A movie sissy put on about a writer who is overweight and trying to find her way out of her rut is really opening my eyes. Of course an hour and a half, which translates into several months in the movie, is a lot different than facing this from the starting line. Fortunately I am already into this race. What is hard is having people tell you constantly that you're worth it, but being so lost in yourself doubt that you have trouble believing it. How does one go through life with such a fabulous support system and still feel horrible? Simple, I am standing in my own way. I have many reasons to lose weight. Image. Self-esteem...all fair...
We all have a voice that has something to say.