Neonsit0
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I grew up fat, and people made so many jokes about me. They looked at me with weird eyes, they talked badly about me behind my back. I only had like 2 trustworthy friends that didn't say anything about my weight, they just called me gay, but as a joke (I hope).
This kind of motivated me to go to the gym, but also gave me a few reasons to just kill myself. Like, I was just 12 years old and I was already doing diets and exercise just to lose some fat.
Actually, I'm still on a diet. I lose about 2 kg of fat every month, so I'm at 17% body fat rn. I'm healthier than ever, but I'm at my lowest mentally. Not being able to eat what I want, or just go outside and eat with my friends is driving me crazy. Since I was a child, I used food as a source of happiness when I was sad. Now that I have depression, you're telling me that I have to eat 1200 calories??? Hell nah
Today I didn’t go to school because I was feeling insecure about my face, my hair, my body, etc., and I deadass told my parents that if they didn’t stop yelling at me, I was going to kill myself. Of course, they left me alone in my room Not even my psychiatrist can help me. All this just because people can’t handle seeing a fat person being happy.
This kind of motivated me to go to the gym, but also gave me a few reasons to just kill myself. Like, I was just 12 years old and I was already doing diets and exercise just to lose some fat.
Actually, I'm still on a diet. I lose about 2 kg of fat every month, so I'm at 17% body fat rn. I'm healthier than ever, but I'm at my lowest mentally. Not being able to eat what I want, or just go outside and eat with my friends is driving me crazy. Since I was a child, I used food as a source of happiness when I was sad. Now that I have depression, you're telling me that I have to eat 1200 calories??? Hell nah
Today I didn’t go to school because I was feeling insecure about my face, my hair, my body, etc., and I deadass told my parents that if they didn’t stop yelling at me, I was going to kill myself. Of course, they left me alone in my room
Not even my psychiatrist can help me. All this just because people can’t handle seeing a fat person being happy.
