I've struggled with weight ever since I was about 3 years old.
I was living in portugal for 16 years of my life, which I was chubby, but not obese, I was weighing about 210 pounds at 16,
then I moved to the U.S. ... which by now you already know where this is going, long story short, I'm 18 now and I weigh 265.
It's been something that's been there all my life and I have no idea how it is to live life without it.
I'm not saying that I've been depressed my whole life, even with that issue, I always managed to get around girls, know how to dress, etc, it's just kinda always there.
I just feel like if I lost all this, my whole life would completely do a 360, but no matter how motivated I am to do it, it seems like I always think "Fuck what everyone thinks, i like this food" and then end up hating myself when looking in the mirror
It's just excuse after excuse that I find to avoid losing weight, but I want to do it so bad, it's such a contradiction that drives myself crazy
It just seems that I can't get a wake up call soon enough, I want to change already