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My story is not one of physical aches and pains, but one of emotional and mental aches and pains.
I was adopted as an infant by two of the kindest people God ever created, my home was filled with love and support and acceptance, but there was always a part of me that felt unloved or unwanted because I was given away, it stayed right there under the surface all the time.
As I went into my teenage years, I was always the “big boned one”, my girlfriends were all size 4’s and I was a size 10. I was into playing sports and cheerleading just like the rest of my friends. They all had boyfriends. I did not. I knew it was because I was “fat”.
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Tears of sadness, turned to tears of happiness. Laughter behind our backs, turned to laughing with each other and enjoying life. Pains and
aches from overtaxed bodies turned to healthy bodies able to exercise and run and play. The emotional rollercoaster from living the morbidly obese life. You know the life, or lack of, where you’re either invisible or looked upon with disgust merely due to your size. It ALL changes after this surgery and it has all been for the better for the two of us.
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