I posted this on my TK message board today but decided to post it here too since it felt very close to a diary entry after I had posted it.
I am the fat kid.
When I was young, if my mother didn't feel like cooking we had pizza. i always remember chips, microwave cheese and butter popcorn, and a freezer full of Schwan's frozen foods that included pizza burgers, pot pies, personal pizzas, and fried chicken products. I remember once asking if my mom would buy oranges since I loved them when they were served at school. She said they were too expensive and since I liked them they'd disappear too fast. My sister and I use to chase each other and play loudly. Until: "Would you just sit down and watch tv?!! That's quiet at least!" Until recently I took all of the blame for my weight upon myself. I didn't want to be the person who always blames their parents and doesn't take responsibility. But really. I'm learning to not blame myself as much since I've recently realized that i really was never taught good food habits.
I was a depressed teenager who wanted to fade into the background and was convinced I was just a loser for not being able to be pretty or thin enough. I can't say I'm not still slightly convinced.