depression has never officially been diagnosed by a professional, but my anxiety is absolutely diagnosed. i’ve struggled with anxiety my entire life; i take medication for it. it’s coincided with, and happens in conjunction with, my weight, my body image and my relationship to food. it’s all interconnected.
i’ve been in therapy for many years, mainly to treat and get support for anxiety and early childhood trauma. i lost my mother when i was three months old, so there were some abandonment issues. my father, despite being almost 80, never dealt with the trauma of losing his first wife. i’m also part of the lgbtq+ community, so i identify as gay and that was a huge piece of my identity that i needed to work out. i’ve done a lot of therapy to try to get to the bottom of some of these issues.
the world is built for smaller people who can fit more comfortably in chairs, airplanes, buses and cars. i’m not only heavy i’m also relatively tall — almost 6’ 3” — so i’m a rather imposing-sized beast, if you will. but i’m a gentle giant. when i interact with kids in my job i get down to their level, down on the carpet to play with their toys and read them a story.
‘i realized i couldn’t live in this body anymore’
i’ve done a lot of dieting and pretty vigorous exercise, including crossfit and pilates. i’ve been on different diet regimes. just over 10 years ago i had some pretty serious health issues, which turned out to be related to my gall bladder. so i had it removed. afterward i realized i couldn’t do this anymore — i couldn’t live in this body anymore. i needed to take my health seriously.