Introductions - for those of you who don't know me but SHOULD.

Welcome to my blog! 

I see you've found it alright, is it exactly what you were expecting? Another teenager with 'weight issues' off on a mission to make herself feel better by dropping the pounds on her own. If you've come to this blog expecting that then congratulations you are definitely in the right place. If you came here to see healthy food recipes then maybe you should go back to Google and start your search over again.

I remember the first time someone told me I was fat or could do with losing some weight. I was twelve years old and it was at my first camping trip in high school. They threw a group of us together and sent us up the side of a mountain hoping that we would 'bond' during the experience. Well I'm blessed with a condition called Asthma so while many people were walking up the tracks with ease, it felt like I was being pulled down by the sheer weight of my pack. I struggled. That wasn't the worst part though. When we finally got to the huts we had 'free time' in which we could mingle or start sorting out our dinner plans. We were young so of course no one worried about dinner - that could be a bowl of cereal if we ran out of preparation and cooking time. 

We elected to sit in a cabin and get to know each other better. This is where it begins. You know how you sit down and your stomach pops out a little bit? Well, mine was doing that and apparently it was pretty obvious to everyone but me until one boy made a comment that I've never forgotten: 'It looks like you have a beer belly.' Now, I know that's nothing overly bad but it's a comment that has stuck in my mind forever. I was under the impression that I looked like the younger version of Santa Claus or something. Horrified, I sucked in my stomach and it has remained that way for the past five years.

I know - five years is a long time. I probably could have gotten skinny by now, if I had the motivation. Until quite recently I was okay with having to suck in my stomach. No one knew what I was doing so no one was getting hurt. Until I realised my self-esteem was. I want to be the one who turns heads in the street. I want to be the one that looks good in clothes and when I'm naked. I want to be that girl that everyone is jealous of. I want to be the girl who can eat whatever she wants and appears to gain no weight.

Is that too much to ask?