I weigh over three hundred pounds. I try daily to be something I am not and that is pretty. That is also, a great Mom, friend, person. I also think, if only I can lose this weight I can be the person everyone thinks I am or the person everyone thinks I can be.
I have tried diet after diet. I always fail. Depression is a way of torturing the mind to think you are never going to succeed so why even continue to try. I want to find happiness. I am tired of settling. I feel like I have failed my kids. Where do I go? What do I do? If only I wasn’t fat, life might be all right.