You were always that fat kid mocked by others around and called as 'chubby' by kids in the neighbourhood. You struggled a lot, especially when your parents weren't the ones to care about your weight or figure. All signals to change something and eat healthier were treated as 'fantasies of skinny dolls from your school'. You weren't popular, people talked with you only to do homework or something like that and a few times you felt very bad about this. Gossips and loneliness fill your life for a very long time. But somehow you survived this hell and as soon as you turned 21 you decided to move out and cut relations with your obese parents who couldn't get a thing and understand how important health is. You couldn't look longer for your mom and dad eating fast foods and some takeaways and slowly killing themselves

When you finally graduated and moved out from your parents to try again with a blank card your situation improved. You found a job and with diet and home exercises you've lost weight from 120kg to 90kg. It was a huge improvement for you, losing a few sizes allowed you to strengthen the heart function and slowly build a feeling of being attractive. Maybe you didn't feel like Marilyn Monroe; with your short height you were still overweight but not as tragic as before. You looked almost like a lady and little light of hope appeared in your eyes like you really can find a guy who would call you 'sexy' one day. There was still a lot of work before you but you did damn good job

When home exercises and a healthy diet created by a qualified doctor just for you seemed to not be enough, you decided to sign up for a gym. Personal trainer seemed better than doing exercises at home; someone qualified could correct you, lead you in the right direction, and help you without causing you harm or pain. You put off the weight enough to not be afraid to get out from home and ask someone for his service. But your confidence disappears when you slide into reception. A tattooed guy stood behind reception scolding two girls