I wanted to write this post to get you all up to date on how I got to where I am today. I won't go into great lengths about certain situations, but it might help those who are new followers or have never heard my story.
I was born into this beautiful world in the lovely city of St. Louis, MO on August 7, 1980 - SWEET God placed me in the Midwest. LOL - My parents were married and my dad traveled A LOT for his job. My mom stayed home with my brother and I. We traveled with him quite often, living for a year in Jacksonville, FL. We lived in California and Texas for a short while too.
After returning back to St. Louis, MO my parents divorced in 1987. My mother, brother, and I moved into my mom's parents two family flat in the city and I then started Private school. I never really was "sad" my parents were divorcing, they fought a TON, and now I didn't have to listen to it anymore. My mom started working and my grandparents moved out of the house and to Chattanooga, Tennessee ~ so we had the flat to ourselves now. I think with my mom working full-time and doing it all by herself, the home cooked meals began to slow and more fast food options were brought to the table. I began to add on the pounds - plus I was starting the pre-pubescent climb and the weight just seemed to pack on. By 6th grade I was at my heaviest and we had just received the news that both my mother and father were getting re-married within the same MONTH. AGH!!! I think the stress was a bit much and I turned to twinkies, cup-cakes, chocodiles, etc... to help lessen the stress. I was made fun of - I was unhappy - and it just plain hurt.
|8th grade Graduation|
|Homecoming Queen Senior Year|
I started dropping weight like a mad woman. I was truthfully in a depression that I had never been in before or ever thought I would be. My parents decided that if I lost anymore weight they were going to put me in the hospital. I cried myself to sleep every night, hit the bars at least 3/4 days a week (not too unheard of for a college kid), started smoking cigarettes like a smokey smokerson, and basically spiraled out of control for a bit. I was sad and questioning myself. Why was I not good enough, what did I do wrong, was I not pretty enough, not a good enough body, was I boring, what had I done, etc...?
|Yep that is me third from the right with a cig in hand|
That night at the bar I told him, he could find ANY girl in the bar that suited his fancy and I would find a way to get them two talking. This was my chance to help him out - find a suitable person for him (miss matchmaker I am). Well after I told him that, his response was "I have my eye on one girl in here and that is YOU". Can you guess who this male friend was? You got it - Eric... and so the story of us begins...
|Eric in College - handsome might I add|
Part II - to be continued...
Happy Hizzidy Friday Friends