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I'm 5'10" 220lbs. I'm fat. I'm a size 16. I'm not really that big. Even when I managed to get down to 175 I was still a size 14, that's just my size. I run around after my 30 month old and eat small portions of healthy foods. I weighed more in high school. Weight, for me, is not something that I can magically go "poof" and make it go away. When I lost 65 lbs the first semester of my freshman year I injured my ankle and was on crutches on a large campus and was too tired to eat more than one meal a day. That was how I lost weight. I'm a nursing mother, I can't do that. My mother, who is my height and used to weigh almost 400 lbs, has recently lost a lot of weight my strictly controlling carbs on a diabetic diet as she was diagnosed type II. That's great for her, but now she rubs this in my face, making me feel bad that I weigh more than she does. I know she's proud of her accomplishment, but she hurts my feelings about my inability to lose weight.

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