I’ve come to realized the problem I have with food. I’ve always, always had a problem with food. I’m always watching what I eat. On some days, I give up and give in to my cravings.

My weight problems started when I was little. I’ve always been the tallest and biggest in class. In kindergarten, I was too big to play Snow White. I played the evil stepmother instead. In primary school, I was constantly teased for being a fatty. I wasn’t just fat, I was also tall. When I was 12, I was 5′7″. In Asia. That makes me a giant. My siblings called me the ‘fat older sister’. I was also always much, much bigger than Asian boys.

When I turned 19, the jokes slowed down and then it stopped but never from my parents. I was still too big but my perfectly angled pictures didn’t show that! In fact, Zach imagined me to be much smaller (whatever, I imagined him much taller!). But when I moved to the wonderful US of A, in a small town in the Midwest, I’m much smaller than anyone else around here.

I never actually lost any weight (in fact, they kept pilling on), I just…evened out. I’m now 5′11 and XXkg (will be revealed someday, but don’t hold your breath). I’m still watching what I eat, always on a diet, tired of having to watch what I eat, tired of looking down to a spare tire and extremely tired of being big. I think it’s time I loose some weight for good.