Growing up, kids bullied me about my weight, so by the time I hit high school, I was ready for a change. I started cycling through diets like crazy—specifically ones that promised fast weight-loss results. I shelled out more money than I’d like to admit on gym memberships, diet plans, and supplements. But every time,
Growing up, I was always the overweight girl, the “sweet bigger friend,” the last one to finish the mile in gym class. I hit my heaviest weight after college: I moved home after graduating and struggled with depression and anxiety—food became my coping mechanism. I ended up gaining 50 pounds. At my annual physical that
Growing up, I was an active kid—but that doesn’t mean I was healthy. I wasn’t necessarily obese, but I was what I’d call thick, which made me seriously struggle with body image. I’d eat traditional southern cornbread and drink sweet tea (and opting for fast food in between), but I felt like my lifestyle worked
I was always very fit in high school—but all of that changed once I hit college. I started living the typical student lifestyle: studying all day in the library, eating vending machine snacks; working (and eating) at a bar and restaurant in the evening; and partying all night with friends. Fitness wasn’t really on my
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