SubbieOnWheels
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When I first moved to a big city, I didn't make friend easily. The first holiday when all my acquaintances either invited others to their homes or were invited - and I wasn't - I bought a whole dozen donuts on the way home from church. I sat there, cramming whole donuts in my mouth and sobbing. To this day, despair has a tate - donut and tears. That started my weight gain: I was trying to fill a hole in my life with SOMETHING, and all I could find was food. Unfortunately, food didn't fill that hole, but I kept trying, like trying to fill a sieve with water. Once I gained a sense of who I really am, and showed my confidence in my skills, intelligence, and abilities, I started making real friends. And I learned to love myself no matter what the body looked like. It took me ten years, but at the end of that time I had lost 100 pounds, without even half-trying. My roommate was model-thin for a while. Then she started getting hit on by men on the street and on the bus. She is totally asexual, and the wolf whistles and "Hey, baby" and other calls bothered her (go figure). So she consciously gained weight until they stopped. Now she sort of regrets that, and she is trying to lose. Not all overweight people are lazy. Some are desperately lonely. And some see themselves as worthless anyway, so why bother? So instead of labeling all overweight people as "bigfatslobs," why not stop and think that maybe there's a whole lot more than sloth and gluttony going on in their lives.
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