Over the past weeks I have been reading peoples diaries & come to the conclusion I am a fraud.
So many have been through difficult times & traumas & have used food as a comfort , a friend who is always there .
My life has been relatively ok .
Happy childhood , nor that I recall a lot of it . I do remember having the feeling of being the mistake compared to sister being planned.
Never that popular either with peers or boys .
Losing the love of my life because I was hurting & wouldn't listen .
Married someone who in hindsite I married cos I was ready to settle down , not cos I loved him , tho I thought I did at the time . Followed by 14 lonely years & mental abuse .
So nothing major traumatic , basically I just made bad food choices on a continuing basis , with interspersed attempts to lose weight.