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Sleeve May 15 and I'm Angry
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To start off, I am only 20 years old, and my birthday is in July. I have been overweight my entire life, struggle with food addiction, depression, anxiety, basically all the fun stuff. All the women in my family have had weight loss surgery, and really only my mom has succeeded long term. I see all of them, and I get angry. I get angry because they are exactly like me and I don't understand why they couldn't help me before it was too late. My adult brain tells me that I know it's not their fault, as I am responsible for myself, but yet I'm angry.
I think that I'm also angry because I am in slight denial. Even now, I don't believe I will have the surgery, even though it's only two weeks away. I'm scared that everything I thought this surgery will fix in my life won't actually fix. I'm afraid that I am making a bad decision and I can only think about the hair loss and loose skin that will make me feel even uglier than before. I'm also afraid that I won't be able to be successful with the surgery. I'm tired of struggling with food and my happiness, and what if this surgery won't fix it?
I'm frustrated that I am so young and hate life this much already, and I know it's because I am unhappy with myself. I guess my biggest fear that I internalize as anger is what I said before, what if this surgery doesn't fix me? I think that's what I've been afraid of all along and don't know how to tell people. I guess I'm more afraid of myself instead of the surgery. How sad is that?