Often had i laughed and sneered at aneroxics and thought nothing but negative of them. I was often the one to be the most sinical and opinionated. This all ended when i reach 21. Weight was never a problem for me before that. I could eat without even a pinch of guilt. The weight gained and somehow dissapered soon after. I was always a 36kg on the scale. Yeah, i do admit i was on the skinny side, but im short.
My weight woos started soon after i graduated and stepped into the working world. I started gaining a few pounds here and there. Always thinking that it'd go away, i never exercised. I also started to binge eat. Many started to tell me that i was looking a little fat, but i didn't bother. To me, i still looked owh-kay.
Only when i couldnt fit into my size 24 that i realised that its bad.. I also avoid taking pictures now cause i look fat. I feel ugly!! It does not help that i'm often surrounded by lanky beautiful models on a regular basis that sometimes i end up force-vomitting. Its awful. The worst part is when ma keep pointing out the fact that i have a belly now. She insists on pointing it EVERY single time she meets me!! I tried dieting. Lost maybe about 2kg, then gained some.
Now i'm desperately aiming to fit back into my size 24 or at least 26. Its depressing. My self-confidence start shattering each time i'm to face a beutiful bod gal. Damn.