I have always been overweight ever since I was young. Did it affect me? Of course it did! Even as young as 10 years old, I have been self conscious about my weight. It’s absolutely shocking how cruel children can be. I have been called a handful of mean names: pig, fat, whale, and fat lard. That 's just to name a few. That 's not to mention the mean names I would call myself. Sometimes your biggest …show more content…
The conclusion I came to was that this is not a life I wanted, nor the life that I deserved. I wanted to change, but I was so scared about sharing how I felt. I’ve kept this secret hidden for so long, and I wasn 't sure how anyone would react. What if I was wrong?Am I actually depressed? Was I overreacting? Maybe it was just a little rough patch. I had to tell someone I fully trusted and that would actually take action, and cares about my well being. Then I decided that the one person who absolutely has to know is my …show more content…
It sounds ridiculous. “Thinking positive is not going to help, there 's a dark cloud surrounding me that doesn 't allow me to be positive, or even I have nothing positive to think about” were the things I would tell myself. I convinced myself that this famous piece of advice given to people suffering with depression was stupid and could never work. Until one day, I thought to myself “ you know what, it couldn 't hurt to try it out.” So I tried it out. When a bad thought would jump in my brain I would quickly replace it with a good one. “Ugh I look so fat today; no you don’t, you look good!’ “My friends are ignoring me, I hope I 'm not annoying them, maybe they don 't like me any more: of course they like you, they 're most likely busy” At first it felt like I was lying to myself, but it slowly started working. I had a much more positive outlook on things. This was the final thing that completed my whole new