What beginning? From as far back as I can remember I have always been overweight, sometimes midly so and other times like right now - to the point of being obese. It is part of our culture that a woman must have a little bit of flesh around the hips, the thighs and the butt but at what point does it begin to be unhealthy? When I walk down the streets I hear men say (Dudlu) or whistle hollering at my diviness my fleshy; meaty curves. On a good day I enjoy it, it lifts my spirits up and I actually feel sexy. On a bad day like when I am around my friends, I realise from the photos we take that I am always the fat girl, the bulgiest girl and I am ashamed. Ashamed to take pictures with them; ashamed to take my clothes off infront of them; ashamed to go swimming (forget that!); ashamed that this is the one thing in my life that seems to have control over me; ashamed that I am 29 years old and weigh an astonishing 105kgs on a tiny frame of 1,56m. That is my beginning....
