What is your deepest fear?
I grew up obese - and I was surrounded by adults who were concerned for me.
I was surrounded by good love and bad advice.
Outcome was as expected - I kept eatin and growin.
I will say it with some experience of this in my life - being obese sucks. It is not a good thing. It will NEVER be a good thing.
Not only does it come with physical disadvantages, but the mental toll is even worse.
And most of that is self inflicted. The internal tape recorder has done more damage than a stranger who was unkind.
And all of this while being incredibly lucky - doting family, great friends, economic and social stability, generally socially favorable personality.
I am too stupid to be giving out any advice, at the same time too stupid to know when to stop.
Self love has to be coupled with knowledge to be effective. Seeking help is a good thing.
I will end this rant with a message of hope. As only celluloid can deliver.
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