Wow, that is super inspiring, NM. You've really risen above your past, and I admire that.
For me, I rarely have real physical hunger. Yet, I constantly eat. It's like food is my crack, and I constantly need a hit.
It all started when I was 6. My parents divorced acrimoniously and the kids were used as pawns. In a span of 4 months, I went from being a skinny kid, to being overweight. Even as an adult, gaining that much weight would be alarming. And then, my parents blamed me for getting fat and ugly. They didn't realize that, as a child, I was scared, confused. Food was the only place I received safety and warmth and love.
With each traumatic event in my life, I've gained more and more weight. Since the bf's sucide, I'm at my heaviest ever, which is 160lbs. I still have a slim frame, so I don't look it. But my feet hurt. I can't wear high heels. My knees hurt. I feel lethargic.
Today, I'm going to tap on my parents divorce.
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