Literature
Acceptance
I started off 300-ish pounds. I was tired of my broad hips or big, bulging midsection, hanging down like a giant sluggish sandbag. Having anything I wanted to eat as a teenager was fun, and as a younger kid, the world around me started to change. Portions began to get bigger, more of my friends grew from once skinny frames to sacks of fat bulging out every part of their body. Physical education in school almost ceased to exist. Still. My habit was still one of being active. I liked being mobile and versatile, walking to the supermarket or heading to the park to clear my head. It always helped, especially when my parents never allowed me to get one of those computers or consoles the other kids would have. That probably made me eat more. I still don't know why they didn't stop me. Being obese is on itself unhealthy - even some of my healthier friends now have to get blood pressure medication and all that stuff, and we were all still turning 20 by then. I tried with those diets. Some