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For me, it has been a never ending battle with my weight. I grew up in an Asian house hold. My mother had merely told me to get me to get more exercise and not eat so much junk as a child. But even though she was obsessive about that, it were really my aunts on my mother's side that have dished out the most abuse towards the weight issue.
I was always the tallest, so i was heavier than the girls, even the older ones. But with them, it was always a contest to see, "who had the prettiest daughter" and I always came in dead last, except in my mother's eyes.
Since I was 7, I retreated to food for comfort and most of my teen years, my average weight made me feel disgusting, and have resorted to binge eating and bulimia.
Yeah, I definately have problems with my weight. Even now and again, when I'm depressed or sad, I will resort to purging as an escape. It's tough, but hey, i'm much better at managing my problems now, than I was before. Mainly because I refuse to associate with my shallow aunts now.
Even now, I know I am overweight, but I don't sweat it. I eat what I want when I want. But not in a fashion that would be considered over eating. I'm trying to get more exercise in my routine, since my boyfriend bought me half of my road bike, and surprisingly enough, I love it.
I'm just happier accepting myself than have other people worry or critisize it.
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