Hey there y'all, I'm Michelle. I'm 25 and I live in Dallas. While finishing college and experiencing health issues/surgery, I gained probably 40 or so pounds. I cried when I saw myself in my graduation outfit, and they were not tears of joy. At 5'2", being 212lbs ain't cute. I'll never judge anyone else's starting point or body, but I'm extremely harsh on myself. But I've been trying harder than ever to become healthy again. It's very hard for me to even talk about my weight. I understand it's important, but I get very emotional about it. In addition to my health issues, my diagnosis of PTSD a few years ago (on top of major depression & panic attacks) just took the wind out of my sails, and food made me happy/forget past trauma. No help at all living in Austin at the time, if you've ever been there, it's the food truck capital of the world. I rarely hit the bars on 6th street, I was always going for Homeslice pizza, tacos, ...
