Northern_Dreamer
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Hi. My name is Alicia. I am 35 years old, a single mom of 3 kids. Last July I weighed myself and I was 237 pounds. I actually weighed more than that previously, likely closer to 250, but I couldn't bring myself to weigh myself until I had started to lose some weight. Currently, as of my last weigh-in almost 2 weeks ago, I was 203.3 pounds so I'm almost in the hundreds. This is my diary and in it I will be talking about an even bigger issue I've dealt with than weight and that is poor self-image. My hope is that other people reading this can identify with it and maybe look at their own self-image struggles in the context of their weight-loss journey.
My struggles with weight are more recent but my struggle with my self-image has been a longtime thorn. My struggle with self-image began in my pre-teen years where many of us who have battled such issues got our start. At age 12, in the middle of Grade 7, my parents split up so my mom moved us to her hometown where we started a new school. I was excited at first to meet new people and explore new surroundings but the girls in Grade 7 at this school were horrible. They were led by a pack of piranhas who fed on other girls' emotions and insecurities. I had no desire to be friends with them and I may have made a few missteps in refusing their offer of friendship. I quickly became friends with 3 other girls who I liked and thought I was hitting it off with. However, one day I got to school to see a note on my desk saying "You are a nice person but we can't be friends with you". I was heartbroken and I quickly figured out that it was the group of piranhas who had told the girls that if they continued to be friends with me that they would be the piranhas' next targets. Thus I became a target of the piranhas. They whispered and gossiped hateful things about me, made me cry on several occasions and I started fighting every day with my mother about going to that school. I began getting challenged to physical fights with different girls (all set up by the piranhas) and after successfully defending myself at every turn against all the girls they set to fight me, they started getting boys to do mean things to me. By the middle of Grade 8 I had successfully beat up several boys and girls and I was often getting suspended from school. I was miserable and felt hated and alone. The lengths the other kids would go to be mean to me were horrible. Finally my mom let me go to a new school in Grade 9 but the issues that I encountered in Grades 7 and 8 left a lasting mark which still remains to this day.
My struggles with weight are more recent but my struggle with my self-image has been a longtime thorn. My struggle with self-image began in my pre-teen years where many of us who have battled such issues got our start. At age 12, in the middle of Grade 7, my parents split up so my mom moved us to her hometown where we started a new school. I was excited at first to meet new people and explore new surroundings but the girls in Grade 7 at this school were horrible. They were led by a pack of piranhas who fed on other girls' emotions and insecurities. I had no desire to be friends with them and I may have made a few missteps in refusing their offer of friendship. I quickly became friends with 3 other girls who I liked and thought I was hitting it off with. However, one day I got to school to see a note on my desk saying "You are a nice person but we can't be friends with you". I was heartbroken and I quickly figured out that it was the group of piranhas who had told the girls that if they continued to be friends with me that they would be the piranhas' next targets. Thus I became a target of the piranhas. They whispered and gossiped hateful things about me, made me cry on several occasions and I started fighting every day with my mother about going to that school. I began getting challenged to physical fights with different girls (all set up by the piranhas) and after successfully defending myself at every turn against all the girls they set to fight me, they started getting boys to do mean things to me. By the middle of Grade 8 I had successfully beat up several boys and girls and I was often getting suspended from school. I was miserable and felt hated and alone. The lengths the other kids would go to be mean to me were horrible. Finally my mom let me go to a new school in Grade 9 but the issues that I encountered in Grades 7 and 8 left a lasting mark which still remains to this day.
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