I remember as a teen being able to eat more than my father. I was growing so fast and my body couldn't keep up.
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I'm sure that my father becoming seriously ill when I was 14 had a lot to do with my going from chubby to fat.
I was fat because my parents were a little fat themselves at that point in their lives, and I ate what they ate.
When I was growing up, I was eating fast food every day. I'd drink soda non-stop, candy, just everything. It was horrible. My go-to was McDonald's, for sure.
I was an overweight kid, and my father struggled with his weight, too. We would go for a ride on his motorcycle on Sunday morning to get doughnuts, to make pizza together, or go get ice cream. I quickly learned that food equalled love and attention.
I am actually a bit chubby, and I eat everything. I eat in a way - if my parents fed me the way I choose to eat as an adult, they would've lost custody.
When I was eight years old, I was always starving. My brother and sister died from starvation.
I had a really hard time when I was 16, 17, 18. I started with the eating disorder in high school.
I had a great childhood, a very close-knit family. We were all overweight, and we had good times eating together, I imagine.
Growing up, I had an internal struggle with my body because I was really chubby. My sisters were younger, and they were all skinny and all cute. As a teen, I definitely had, like, an extra 30 pounds of weight.
As a kid, I was super skinny.
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