From the Author
For a number of years, I was happy with who I was, despite being 'obese'. When I looked into the mirror, I found my lumps and bumps touchable, my thick thighs sexy, and the round of my tummy cute as a button...and then it got out of control.
After I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism, my body reacted drastically, and it was not good. I ballooned up to 315 pounds, and I was depressed for a while before I realized how silly it was to be unhappy about my weight.
I'm still me - the beautiful, eccentric, wild and free me. Everyone should love themselves as they are first and foremost. Now, I'm having the time of my life, and I've never been more comfortable with my body.