Was.

I was sixteen and two hundred and twenty pounds. I was an athlete but ate enough for a family of four. I thought of shopping as a nightmare. I couldn’t fit into anything. I was stared at. I hated myself. I was overweight. I made the change. I had a routine physical needed for school. The doctor came in and said I was on my way to Diabetes and a hard life. I knew I was fat. I had always been fat and it was something my peers wouldn’t let me forget. My doctor told me it was time for a, “Lifestyle Change” I asked my doctor how to change my life. With her help, I walked out of my doctor’s office determined. I was not going to be another fat statistic. I started to eat healthy food. I got a gym membership. And I started. 20 pounds. 40 pounds. 60 pounds. 80 pounds. It took me almost two years but I have lost a total of eighty pounds. With each pound that shed I could continue to breath. Being obese isn’t something I was ever happy about But working so hard for something has made me into the person I am today. I was a statistic. Was.