29 Pounds Ago...

I lost interest in trying to look my best 'coz I knew that my best wouldn't even get close to how I would really want to look like.

I was afraid of cameras and dreaded looking at pictures of myself.

I would go straight to the plus size section of department stores to buy clothes. I wasn't too choosy, as long as the clothes fit.

I had a hard time wearing heels. It was hard enough to carry my own weight on flat sandals.

I stopped measuring myself. It was just too depressing.

I couldn't cross my legs.

I couldn't cross my arms.

I couldn't bring my knees to my chest while seated.

My husband could barely hug me. I was too big for his arms.

Events made me nervous 'coz I wouldn't know what to wear that would at least look "presentable" with my body type.

I ate anything I wanted because I wasn't worried about how much I would weigh the next day. I wasn't weighing myself anyway.

Mirrors are just for checking my hair and my face, not my body.

Shopping was not fun. It was simply a reminder of how bad my body shape was.

I kept on wishing I could go back to the gym, but I never did.