I was sexually abused as a very young child and have worked very hard through therapy to deal with it. Prior to therapy, food was my answer. If the doughnut didn't work, maybe the pizza would. I spent years MO, protecting myself with two of me. Now that I have lost, and grieved for my "protector and cushion" (130 pounds of extra me), I feel vulnerable and scared. The real me is out there and folks pay attention to me and expect things of me. I can't hide any more. While I have come a long way in understanding and dealing with what happened, it looks like I get to do some more. Sigh.
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