peachykeen
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So I woke up and I'm fat. Not sure at what point I stopped taking care of myself and started making bad choices. Can't remember when I put down the grapes and picked up the potato chips, or chose a Netflix marathon over training for a marathon. But I did. It's unclear when putting on my jeans from a laying position became the condition instead of the exception. When skinny jeans became my reality-not because I purchased them, but because my boot cuts just became too snug and calling them skinny jeans made the reality sting a little less. Why I got so out of control I started avoiding mirrors, sneaking candy shamefully in a bathroom so only I knew my horrible addiction, and needing to catch my breath after a flight of stairs. Where I became the "funny one" to my friends because who wants to hang out with the fat chick if she's not even good for a laugh? I am angry with myself that I got here, and ready to take my life back, instead of feeling like a prisoner in my own skin. So there's my truth: out loud, (un)proud, and working to get out of this hole I have dug for myself before it's too late and I'm buried in it.