Arguments with the Mirror
I've noticed that the past 2 weeks that I've been working out more I've been spending less time in the mirror, all stemming from my being fed up with all the things I've put myself through over the years. I guess the old me and I broke up.... The last time I remember being thin was at the age of 4. I was so thin that my Step-dad gave me the nickname Pee-Wee, which no one stopped calling me, until I was an adult, an overweight, adult, talk about awkward. I started gaining weight around 2nd grade and I was very aware of it. That's when it started, my arguments with the mirror. I was very aware of my weight, of my body, and that something wasn't right about it. It seemed like if I wasn't sure that I was fat people found the need to remind me. While most kids were praying to Santa Claus for toys, I was praying to God to not be fat. It was sad. I remember always feeling sad inside. I pretended, for my mother. I did