I always have an inordinate amount of sympathy for people who, like me, have weight issues. I’ve been heavy since high school, and in the 16 years since I graduated, it’s been a constant grind to get healthier and lose the weight. I’m finally doing it, slowly but surely, however I just wish I’d been able to do it earlier, or that I’d never let myself get to this point to begin with. Buying clothes is a challenge, and every time I go out in public, I’m always worried or afraid people are laughing and talking about me behind my back when I walk past. I don’t like buying fast food anymore, though I do enjoy a Subway every now and again, only because I don’t like looking like the stereotypical fat person gorging themselves on hamburgers and fries. Your self-esteem falls into the shitter when you’re overweight as well, and it doesn’t matter how many people say you’re pretty or you look nice in that outfit or whatever else, you don’t believe it, assuming they’re only saying it not to be rude. It does a number on you.