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I didn't realize this thread was here. I suppose I'll try to dig up mine though and see how many people I can alienate with my issues.

Here goes! I was born a teeny tiny baby (under 5 pounds). I stayed small for 2 years. I mean really small. When I was 2 there was a horrible incident and I received 3rd degree burns on 87% of my body. I was immobilized in a hospital crib for nearly 6 months and was being pumped full of proteins and they purposely slowed my metabolism to give the proteins time to absorb. After that, the chub started to build. By 4th grade I was wearing a C cup and had a gnarly belly. It didn't matter to me, I thought my body was ruined anyways because of the burns. Even now I catch myself referring to my left arm as my ruined arm because of the scarring. Anyways, when I was 14 I started rebelling. I don't think now that I was nearly as large as I thought I was then. I was in a size 8 but I thought I was horribly fat and ugly. I started dressing provocatively. I thought my breasts were the only redeeming aspect of my body so I showed them off. Needless to say, I did bring on a lot of attention. I ended up raped by a 28-year-old man. To make matters worse, I got pregnant from it. My father was pretty much a jerk and thought that women who were raped, "asked for it". That said, my mom left him to protect me and suggested that I started trying to look overweight so no one would guess I was pregnant. I put the baby up for adoption but I ended up gaining quite a bit of weight trying to "look" overweight. When I had my second child I finally hit the 200 pound mark while I was pregnant. (I'm only 5' tall). With my 3rd child I passed 200 and then some. 7 years after her birth, here I am. I got up to 280 pounds. My husband and 17-year-old son are both naturally skinny. I'm afraid though that my daughter is following her mother's footsteps.

Okay, sorry about the length. Hope it doesn't sound all over the place but it's kinda hard to pinpoint the reason I am the size I am.