Today marks the beginning of a journey. It has taken a lot of hurt, a lot of mental suffering, shame, and lack of willpower to make me realize that I need to change. I finally know what it is that I have. Let me explain from the furthest back I can remember. When I was younger my mom used to make me finish everything that was on my plate. Regardless of how full I was everything had to be eaten. Vegetable, chicken, bread, tortillas, and soup. Why? I ask myself that now looking back. We grew up poor and in a Latin culture in America, we ate what mama made. I remember several instances where my mom force fed me. She made me open my mouth and shoved peas, green beans, carne, and other food down. Sometimes I would heave and want to vomit, but I knew that if I would, I would be in even bigger trouble. Fast forward a few years, I began developing and getting a little fatter than normal. I was always told at the time by my family that I was getting Gorda and I needed to la...
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