I have probably struggled with the matter of hunger my whole life, however if I had to distinguish a significant moment in my life, I would travel back to the age of 12 years old. It was a memorable spring day to many; unfortunately for myself it was very unmemorable. It was the day I decided to weigh myself for the first time in my life.
<Tab/>On my own, out of curiosity, I jumped on that ominous box we call the scale. Excited, yet scared at the same time I closed my eyes and then opened them once I felt balanced. When I did open my wandering eyes, my throat tightened my…
