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Hello. This is my first post to any forum or bulletin board of any kind. All of your stories have somehow tugged at my inner-self and told me I should write a little something and say hi.
My weight, body size and shape have always been a part of my persona. I have always been fat. I was a fat child. I remember one day in particular that my entire 2nd grade class had to weigh themselves and write their weight on a elephant-shaped (perfect, huh?) piece of paper...I was 112 lbs. My peers were in awe. I played sports and was relatively active throughout high school, but I was unable to comfortably do regular things like fit into a restaurant booth comfortably or fly in an airplane. The flying was especially bad, as you all probably know. It is humiliating enough to have to ask the flight attendant for a seat belt extender, but to have her holler to her little friend at the rear of the plane to find one is just about as bad as it gets. You can feel the eyes straining to see the fat guy at the front. Not to mention the indentations on the sides of my thighs from the arm rests. I would avoid these situations at all costs. Instead of going out to dinner with friends or family, I would wait until everyone had gone then jump into my car and hit 2 or 3 different fast food joints. McDonald's is the real killer. I CAN NOT get away from their fries. Pretty depressing, huh. These are daily stuggles, and I wanted to share them with all of you. I thought by posting this ticker it would make me feel like you all were keeping me honest. Thank you for listening.
My weight, body size and shape have always been a part of my persona. I have always been fat. I was a fat child. I remember one day in particular that my entire 2nd grade class had to weigh themselves and write their weight on a elephant-shaped (perfect, huh?) piece of paper...I was 112 lbs. My peers were in awe. I played sports and was relatively active throughout high school, but I was unable to comfortably do regular things like fit into a restaurant booth comfortably or fly in an airplane. The flying was especially bad, as you all probably know. It is humiliating enough to have to ask the flight attendant for a seat belt extender, but to have her holler to her little friend at the rear of the plane to find one is just about as bad as it gets. You can feel the eyes straining to see the fat guy at the front. Not to mention the indentations on the sides of my thighs from the arm rests. I would avoid these situations at all costs. Instead of going out to dinner with friends or family, I would wait until everyone had gone then jump into my car and hit 2 or 3 different fast food joints. McDonald's is the real killer. I CAN NOT get away from their fries. Pretty depressing, huh. These are daily stuggles, and I wanted to share them with all of you. I thought by posting this ticker it would make me feel like you all were keeping me honest. Thank you for listening.
SW181/CW159/GW135
I was 133 in 3rd grade, so we aren't too far apart 
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