I hate blaming my weight for my problems. The weight is actually just a symptom of the real problem. The real problem is that I am lost and I have been for a long time. I have always felt different and I don't know why. It was easy to use my weight as the reason why I was different when in all actuality it was me, my spirit that were different. I am realizing that I see the world differently than most people. The world is so full of beauty and magic. It is too easy to get corrupted by fear and greed. Amongst the beauty and ugliness of the world I am in search of my place. I know I am meant for great things, but I have yet to discover them. I am still struggling to figure out what I stand for and who I am meant to be. I have faith that I will one day figure it all out.