When I was growing up, i had very few friends and I always blamed my weight. Even from childhood, I was not a small child. My family slowly felt the need to dress me to cover up the weight. So, I just came ok with being how I was. I didn't know what exercising was or what healthy food options were. i just knew home cooked meals and fast food. Naturally, consuming mostly unhealthy food with no exercise would lead to weight gain. Over the years, I'd just gain weight and keep gaining. Of course the doctors were like, "She needs to lose weight or she would be dead before she is 18." I was unhappy with myself and looked to food for comfort. Food was my only friend and my parents gave most of their attention to my younger sister who had behavioral problems growing up. It just had its effects on me and I never felt accepted. 
Naturally, without a change in my overall lifestyle, the weight kept piling on as I entered elementary school. Still had no friends and kept eating to comfort myself. Children never made jokes or fun of me for my weight until right before high school and even then, it was only one girl who did it. It first happened when we had to be weighed for our 8th grade graduation gowns. "I bet there wasn't even a number on the scale for you, huh Kristen?" Laughing as she said it. So, from early on, the scale kind of ruled over my mind. I was fat, obese, unhealthy or whatever I was seen to be. I really never knew who I was. I was just the nerdy, fat girl who wore glasses since she was in kindergarten. No one ever really paid much attention to me except when it came to my size.
Being overweight is in my genes and yes I have fought them for years. Both sides of my family have the gene and other health issues. It is hereditary and also just something we have to deal with. In this picture are me(in black), my sister(in teal), and my cousin(in white). I seemed happy to be alive but I was with my family. My cousin and I are only 3 months apart so we are close and always have been. He has really never been a heavy guy and now, he is over 6 feet tall while I'm like 5'4" to 5'5". Heavy on me never looked good.
Even with trying to be a normal child, even Halloween was hard. Trying to find a child-sized costume for my sister or I was always a challenge. Most of the time, my mom would make us costumes out of clothes we already had. Sad but true. I never saw my weight as a problem until I was older and my health was slowly getting worse. I am on the right in this photo and my sister on the left.
I didn't truly wake up until I was 19 and my heaviest "known" weight was 346.4. I'm pretty sure at one point I was heavier than that but I hated the scale. So, for the record, I have been over 300 pounds since I was 12, or 7 years before I decided to change. Even then, it took me like 5 months to get out of the 300s. Nothing about weight loss or improving your health is easy.
Even in high school, I had few friends and I still saw my weight as the problem. Ordering larger gown sizes and a larger ring than most of the girls in my class.

My aunt(dad's sister) is on my left and her husband on my right. I was just clueless but happy that I was out of high school. They definitely weren't the best four years of my life like some of you have read. They were the worst years actually.
My friend, Jessica, took this photo with me after our awards ceremony at school. This girl has never changed and was always nice to me. She didn't see my size but me as a person. I am not even sure if she truly wanted to take this picture or not but I'm glad she did.
Fast Forwarding a Bit....
My obsession with the scale went kind of far but I didn't realize how far until I look back at the pictures. Yes I probably do look smaller than I am now, which is true. Yeah the scale was happy and low but that was the only thing that had made me happy. I hated how I looked and my clothes gave me "shape". I soon realized that I was obsessing over every little thing that went in my mouth including gum and even mints....once I decided that I needed to eat more and that lifting would help my loose skin, I did put weight back on, most of which is muscle. The other I am slowly losing as I go.
I am now more focused on tightening my body up and losing the fat that the loose skin has under it. I am not ashamed of the skin anymore and people actually see it and realize where I have come. It has gotten a lot easier to talk about my story and my struggles with the scale than ever before. Yeah the scale and "BMI chart" shows obese for my current size but it doesn't take into account all of the muscle I have put on with the tightening of the loose skin. If you just focus on how you look and feel overall, then that is all you need to be happy. How can a single number make you happy? I am not letting it anymore. Once i take more loose skin pictures, I will post them. I have nothing to hide and I will eventually be adding videos. Someone may just need to hear something I have to say and it will all click for them. You never know. Be open about your experiences and maybe the other person needed to hear what you had to say. How will you know unless you try? You won't.





