After having my son (28 years ago) I gained and gained, everything I tried, I failed, I hit 107.5 kilos at one stage, and was desperate, I hated my photo being taken, and, was unable to look at myself in the mirror.
I am the youngest of 7 children, so, we didn't have a lavish up bringing, saying that, it was always fun , and being the youngest, I could sometimes, only sometimes get away with murder
My ex husbands family are snobs, I was never really good enough for their little boy - I don't regret any of my life, as the hard knocks have made me the person I am today
“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
I learnt my lesson a couple of years ago, now, I trust, and if I am suspicious, I ask, you may not always hear the answer you want, but, I would prefer someone ask me, than to go through my stuff. When I start a relationship, my first conversation, is honesty, I respect anyone who can be honest, yes, it hurts sometimes, and sometimes, you get told stuff you would rather not hear, but, that's just me - maybe im too trusting,
RE: Weightloss
Me... Christmas 2015