ok, this diary may end up just being a really bad idea for me since it most likely end up being random bs by me- not too much to do with
weight loss per se.
How often does one have to think about all the people who made fun of them growing up for it to be considered an obsession?
I have a speech impediment- read: I stutter- was always
fat, and have last name that rhymes with a rather feminine sounding adjective- not mulva, points for whomever gets the reference- therefore was constantly made fun of and picked on throughout my life. Throw in 12 years of catholic school- 4 of them being in an all boys high school- and my life really did not start until I was 20 and somehow gained confidence in who I am despite all that.
I do not want anyone to be proud of me for realizing this nor do I want sympathy- I do however would like to find 5-15 of the morons who made my childhood and young adulthood a living hell and ask them why they needed to torment me.
It is not like I think about this constantly but I do think about more often then I think I should. I feel like Indigo Montoya from Princess Bride with an overdeveloped sense of revenge.
Does anyone else harbor these same type feelings of going up to people they know and just say " look at me know- you suck for how you treated me!"
I am 33 years old, relatively successful, married- why do I still think about these dill holes who made my life hell?
