I’m 24 years old.
I’ve had low self-esteem ever since I was 13 because of my weight.
People always stare at me and make fun of me because I’m fat.
“Will you be the one breastfeeding the kids when you’re married?”
“Who would ever look at someone as fat as you?”
“Dude, you’re out of breath after a single flight of stairs!”
“Dude, you won’t be able to have sex. Fat people just can’t do it”.
My life was a living hell. Suicidal thoughts began to creep in.
I started bursting into tears whenever I went clothes shopping with my older brother. He always made fun of me.
“You need to lose weight”, he’d tell me, “You wear special sizes now”.
He’d make the people around us laugh.
He knew I was dying on the inside and it pleased him.
I went to the gym. I went on a diet.
He’d poke fun of me at the gym, making other people laugh. “Run, you cow, run!” he’d yell.