Cancun & braids in the late 1900s, people. In my eyes, I was obese here 😑. That is why I sympathize & understand young girls when they stress over their weight & think they look gross when in fact they are perfect just as they are (regardless of size). I was in my early 20s in this photo. What many do not know & will read about it here for the first time, is that when I was in H.S., I obsessed over my weight. One summer, I was so set on exercising & losing weight, by any means necessary, that I severely damaged the capillaries under my feet by jumping rope non-stop, barefoot at that! My father had to carry me to the podiatrist. On another occassion, while still in H.S., I starved myself for a week, developed a stomach ulcer, & had to be hospitalized for 7 days to treat my ulcer. The crazy thing is that in the midst of all of that, not one doctor approached me about speaking to a therapist in regards to treating a possible eating disorder, addressing low self-esteem issues, or discussing my body image perspective(s). I was treated for the physical damage but was sent on my merry way with untreated psychological damage. I had to fend for myself. Eventually, by the Grace of God, I "woke up" & accepted myself for who I was created to be. That actually wasn't very long ago, believe it or not. I still struggle with my weight, like most do. However, I no longer seek validation from others, especially from others who do not value me. My validation comes from God. Whether skinny, fat, young, or old, I am unapologetically me.