First of all, I need to say that I did not see myself before as a fat person.
In the top of my 100kg in January this year (and a little bit more a few years ago) I didn’t look myself in the mirror. I didn’t choose the clothes that I wanted to wear but the ones that would fit me. I didn’t look direct into other people’s eyes, I was always making jokes about my own body and every good thing that’d happen in my life I’d celebrate with food. I’d eat because I was sad, anxious, worried.
I’d eat to remember something, to forget about something, to relief the pain.. Everything was always related to food and even then I did not think I was fat.