I am slightly short in stature, just barely nudging five foot three with long curly burgandy-black hair (or plum-brown depending on the season), brown eyes and long lashes. I have freckles, more than I would like but not as many as some of celtic heritage so I shall not complain overmuch. I keep my nails a medium length and rounded (oh my do I dislike the pointed and square manicures!!) My skin is naturally fair which I play up with extremely light powder and I have fairly young skin for my age, which pleases me well. I am buxom and curvy but no longer obese.

It is a recent occurance that I should be discussing my form at all...for many a year it was my worst enemy. My relationship with my body went awry at a very young age, actually. I disliked my hair colour from the time I was a wee thing because it drew the taunts of classmates and friends. How it is that auburn locked individuals are labelled after the tops of carrots (which I seem to recall are green?) remains a mystery to me, but the laughter cut deep into my sensitive soul and the scar remains today.

Later I wished to rid myself of my freckles and a few strategically placed birthmarks which made me the butt of many jokes in school. One of them was on my knee. Since I have always worn dresses and skirts, it was visible and everyone liked to make it as if I had soiled knees. The other was placed on in my cleavage, just barely on my right breast. In high school it was the source of alot of embarrassment as adolescent males began to notice it and point it out to each other.

Once I was too thin, as you could see between my legs when my knees were together, later I became pregnant and my thyroid decided to go on a permanent vacation. My petite size 3 ballooned into a very portly size which was more than 20W (I gave up at that point and never looked at the sizes again). It should be obvious that I was no longer pleased with my newly designed skin. If you add to this displeasure a set of parents who constantly monitored my weight and a spouse who found anything less than model-like perfection repugnant...you should see why I did not wish to discuss my form a'tal for many a year.

When my weight failed to melt away despite repeated diets, weight loss supplements of varying types, exercise and ferverent prayer I began to view myself as a fat, unworthy cipher with no rights to the affection of family, friends or spouse. Many tears were shed over this and I began to avoid both that topic and photos as much as possible.

After about nine years passed, my husband received a remote tour to Korea and some interests of mine which had remained dormant during the rest of the marriage began to re-emerge. I began to take an interest in eating for the sake of health (which in my opinion does not equal eating large doses of bean sprouts and bread which tastes like wood) and taking care of my personal wellness - just as I had in high school. I also decided a leisurely stroll every other evening with my family and dog would be a good way to wean the wee folk off the television - one of the household items I was not fond of. Over the course of that year I lost a dress size with no effor other than the avoidance of refined, processed food and spending time with my family.

When the husband returned, we got a divorce and it was traumatic enough that I undid all the weight loss which had occured and gained beyond that. Following this came my diagnosis of hypothyroidism and my hormone prescription. I'm allergic to synthetic thyroid hormone and they do not like prescribing natural thyroid in doses large enough to cause weight loss for me. As it is now, I abstain from prescription medication and take homeopathic preparations. Eventually, after wading through the hopelessness associated with my condition 'twas time to accept life and my body the way it was. I had decided I was to care for my own health and emotions despite the noises of those around me. I went back to eating the way I should even though I doubted I would change my body in any way. I had begun to miss the way I felt when I was active and eating properly and wanted that feeling back.

I have not tried to lose anything, nor have I even thought about it most of the time since I have a medical reason for it not working. For years most of my wardrobe has been bulky and sported elastic waistbands so I did not notice until about a year ago that I had lost from beyond a size 20 to almost a size 18. From there I have decreased over time to a just over a size 16.

I have become convinced that the extra weight was associated with emotional luggage and as this emptied my weight decreases as well. I no longer have a strong desire to return to my high school size three frame but I am keeping a hopeful eye on size 12. This size will make shopping much easier. But with the past losses I am well pleased and if not another solitary change occurs in my form from here on out I will be content. I am finally at rest in the regard and the addition of a smile to may wardrobe was priceless.

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