I’ve been having issues with my weight since maybe around 12?   At 12, my routine was using my bus card to buy McDonalds.   At 13, I entered a mixed school and was teased for being fat.   At 14, I still didn’t understand why I was being teased for being fat.   At 15, I wanted to be skinny too and started to run.   At 16, I was having so much insecurities I caved in but was average.   At 17, I was one of the fatter ones in my CCA squash and had a hard time during training.   At 18, I had the desire to be skinny, really skinny.   At 19, I was skinnier and wanted to go down the scale some more.     At 20, I was skinny, trained like mad and just traced my bones to sleep each night.   At 21, I gained so much weight I cried about my weight bitterly so many times.   At 22, I was in a constant weight battle from the high to the low on the scales.   Now, I’m just a broken mess of numbers.   I’ve defined myself by numbers.   And it won’t go away.   But oh wells.   It’ll pass.  
 
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