Silverthorn
Ah, where does my story begin. I guess you can say my battle with my weight started when I reached puberty. I was always taller than my twin sister. Being the quiet shy twin I took criticisim to heart. I felt everything I said or did was wrong in others eyes. This is really when the pain started. My parents always told us to clean our plates because there were starving children somewhere in the world, I really took that to heart. While my sister sat for it seems like hours fighting with my mom to eat her peas, I figured out that if I cleaned my plate I would be praised for my effort. From that day forward the battle of my weight began. It became my friend and my way of coping with daily pain of life.
Over the years I have gone to counceling and it has helped me alot in dealing with the pain of my childhood. My sister and I were verbally abused and beaten by my father, we were kidnapped out of a landramat when we were young, and we confirmed that years later when talking to our mom, so now I am very protective of my own kids. My mom chased the guy down the street and he let us go. We were some of the lucky ones.
I used food to hide from the world. And I realized that this addiction would kill me if I didn't do something. So now after battling with my fears, I know I am ready for this butterfly to spread her wings and become the person GOD wants me to be.
I know that which ever surgery that I eventually have it is a tool and only a tool to help me get to the new me. I will have to ride the up and downs and keep at it. And look forward to my new future.
God Bless
Sheryl
