My mother told me about it. It was what felt like the greatest and only option.
As a child, I was forced to starve due to my stepfather’s sexist and objectifying views of woman. He made fun of me because I was fat. He made me feel like I was no good, so I just kept putting on more and more weight to fill an emotional void I had. It served as a protection against people I didn’t like. My humor and loving nature would filter in any good people who would actually be interested in me. But I wasn’t happy. For years I was miserable, self-loathing, and downright awful to myself. When I was 23, my mom showed me OCC and that was it. I made my change then and there. Immediately, I started watching pounds slip right off. I’m 150 lbs now and I couldn’t be happier. I was early 400 lbs at my highest. And I’m just so glad to feel free once again.