The Fat Gene myth

My parents are morbidly, hideously obese. I am slender. Had I decided to eat the same foods, the same frequency of meals, and participate in the same sedentary lifestyle as they do, I would balloon up to the 400 pounds my mother currently sports. But I dont'. It's willpower, not genes.

I never considered stress an issue with weight, but it certainly is reasonable. Being stressed doesn't help you mentally or physically. thanks for writing this.

I find myself "working through" my ambien each night with an alcoholic husband deep asleep upstairs. I sit there in front of the television eating bag of popcorn after bag of popcorn, scattering the "empties" around me like petals of a daisy with big ME at the epicenter in my frilly pink nightgownd. I had to buy a special hoist scale that actually uses a clasp on a harness around my waist, which makes me feel like a barn animal instead of a human being. Still I did lose close to 80 pounds before going on a cruise 8 years ago, but the minute I got back I started baking pies every night and making desserts for just me and my alcoholic husband to eat. I regularly cook pork and sauerkraut, letting the pork fat drip into the sauerkraut. I also add butter to all foods, dry or moist. I feel so ashamed. My son who lives in California has practically shunned me because he hates fat people and is disgusted by them. Tiffany, you and a few others here actually remind me of him.

I was actually raped also, but feel that it was partially my own fault. I used to dress in very skimpy bathing suits and tie my hair up in alluring bows when I was around my alcoholic brothers and uncles. I secretly wanted them to pay attention to me via sexual contact. It excited me!

My little brother and I used to play doctor too, he never tried to bugger me but he did put the handle of a flashlight in me once, bulb first, and turned it on to see if my ovaries would make a scary halloween face. That's so sick to admit, but we really did it. Of course, right to the banana splits I went after that. Now all that fits me are lawn tarps as ponchos, and slippers with the backs walked down to turn them into makeshift "clogs" to get me to the mini mart for donuts. Speaking of which, be right back, I need a snack already.

There is very little connection between rape and obesity, in my opinion. I have a friend who raped a woman and is now in jail. The woman he raped happened to be very thin and pretty.

How did this get on rape anyway. I feel like I'm not even RAPABLE, if that is a word. I am so heavy that I am finding it hard to clean myself and have to use not one, but up to three and four washcloths per bath. I had to get a hanicapped shower and one of those silly amusement park stair banister monorails. Do you know how I appear going up and down this thing? Picture Scarlette O'Hara coming down the stairs in Gone with the Wind, but at 400 pounds sitting in an amusement park teacup ride fastened to a household flight of stairs.

My children actually take pictures of me going to the refrigerator for "second dinner," what they call my repeat visits after eating dinner at 5 or 6, making myself full plates of meat, macaroni salad or mashed potatoes, or whatever was for dinner. I basically have five or six huge meals a day plus popcorn, vicodin and Ambien.
RAPE? I hardly think every fat girl in the world has been raped. It's actually WE who are the rapists: Raping the planet of food and eating it all ourselves.