Two weeks before the beginning of eighth grade, as I struggled to zip up my jeans, fear started to take over. After another year, was I really another size bigger? The thought of asking my mom for a larger size completely broke my heart. It felt like I committed a serious crime and had to find the courage to tell her. My mother knew I wasn’t happy with myself. Again, and again, she tried to politely advise me to eat healthy, but of course, like any teenager, I wasn’t going to listen. In fact, I was going to do the complete opposite.
Nothing had changed as I returned to school after the summer. Immature boys at school would repeditivly tell me to join Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig. As anyone would imagine, this completely demolished the slight confidence I possessed. On top of that, guys, or should I say boys, would take the phone of my high school crush and send me a text saying, “you would be hot if you lost weight”. As a young child, that was one of the most hurtful things to hear. The feelings I had after getting such texts is indescribable. Changing in gym class with all those thin catty girls was not a lot of fun either. They would stare you down with a face of disgust, as if they were wondering how anyone could ever let themselves look like that. But, I felt there was no other option for me. I was convinced that I would be fat forever and it wouldn’t really matter. Whom was I kidding?
In the midst of all the junior high drama, I realized my biggest motivation to lose weight was not the boys who made fun of me or having to change in front of catty girls in the locker room. I decided I wanted to like the girl I saw in the mirror. After years of sadness and self-loathing, I finally decided to stop the pity party. For a long time I had been asking: “Why me?”, “Why do I have to look like this?”. One day, the answer was clear: if I don’t want to, I don’t have to. Now, here was my dilemma, I didn’t know how was I going to have the strength to make this huge transformation.
One day after my shower I looked at myself in the mirror and started balling me eyes out. That was the moment when I had had enough. At that moment I knew I finally had the strength to find inner happiness so I set a goal for the next day, and this time I vowed to have the strength to see it through. I was going to enter high school a leaner, healthier person. But, most importantly, I was going to possess the confidence that comes with achieving a goal.
I committed to an extremely healthy lifestyle. I first started by asking my mother, who is very knowledgable about nutrition, what I should eat, and what I should avoid. Then, to further my education in nutrition I started to look up healthy weight loss information so I could make the right decisions on my own. As hard as it was, I managed to exercise every day, eat the right foods and cut my portions in half . I declined ice cream, pizza, cheese fries, and all the other fattening foods we all love, resisted unhealthy snacks, and restrained myself from late night eating. This was unbelievably hard, but without a doubt, it was well worth it!
A year later, just in time for high school, I had lost fifty five pounds! Needless to say, school shopping for clothes was more fun then I could imagine. Zipping up was no longer an issue. I could now wear all of the clothes in magazines that I always dreamed of wearing . Best of all, I no longer had to ashamedly peek my head out of the dressing room and hesitantly ask my mother for a bigger size. As for the rude immature boys, well, those who once made fun of me were now calling me “hot,” but somehow that didn’t feel good. I just grinned at all of it and told myself that they had much more to learn about life then I did.
I am a stronger person because I saw a challenge and succeeded. When I look in the mirror now, I see things completely differently. I am a strong willed person and there is not a lot that I am unable to do as long as I put my mind to it. I also learned that the only opinion that truly matters is my own. For many, that is not an easy concept to grasp and thankfully I did.
As for the strangest thing I learned? I realize that I am a better person because I was heavy, not in spite of it. It is for this reason that I graduated in the field of Nutrition and Dietetics. I want to have the opportunity to be able to help others who might not be able to lose weight on their own. So… here I am, driven to help others successfully take control of their lives just like I did.
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