I've had terrible opinions of my body ever since I was a little kid, but only recently have I been correct in the opinion that I am "fat" or "overweight." This is not an insult, per say, its simply a fact. I am unhealthy. For the longest time I didn't think I had any *reason* to be overweight, which made me more ashamed and angry. Then a conversation with my mother snapped me out of that--no reason? With an anxiety disorder, work and school concerns, and a family history that haunts me daily? Of course I created some bad habits.

Now that I have accepted the "validity" of my problem, it's time to change it. It will take patience, confidence, and acceptance. It will take time. But I think, maybe, I'm on the right track this time.