Yes, I am Fat
I’ve become recently obsessed with my weight. Ever since I can remember, I was the fat kid. The fat kid that was always out of breath, eating more then everyone else, couldn’t play as long, didn’t fit in anything for kids, yep, that was me. I am now the fat 18-year-old, still out of breath, eating more then everyone else, can’t participate in any activities, can’t shop anywhere but Pennington’s. I look at crazy transformation pictures on Instagram and wish I was capable to do what they do.
No one knows the true me. No one knows my true style or hobbies. I can’t wear what I want to wear cause I’m fat, can’t wear leggings, shorts, tank tops, sports bras, bralettes, capris… I will be bound to jeans, yoga pants, regular shirts and sweatshirts for the rest of my life. People act like they’re okay with being fat but they aren’t. There’s no way someone can enjoy being incapable of doing somethings because of there weight.
I forgot to mention according to the BMI scale, I am morbidly obese. Great feeling! I’m sure I’ll get comments about how lazy I am, I already know that. Get told that only I can change my weight, I am aware. No, I don’t want sympathy. I just don’t have it in me right now.