If I could just cut it off…

I have always had a love/hate relationship with my body. In my teens and 20s when I was at my skinniest, I was insecure about being too skinny. This wasn’t helped by the fact that I was teased constantly about being too thin. I was 5ft 6ins tall and weighed 101 lbs and all I wanted at that time was to gain some weight. I remember being about 23 and going to McDonald’s everyday for an extra thick vanilla milk shake and a Big Mac with fries. I would get cans of Ensure from the grocery stores and drink those everyday for breakfast because someone told me that it would help me gain weight. Of course looking back now, I realize how silly I was and wish I had left well enough alone. Continue reading “If I could just cut it off…”