Four years ago.
I married the love of my
life. I weighed 70 kg. I got pregnant after two months and by the end of my
pregnancy, my weight was 85 kg.
Three years ago.
I got to kiss my first child
who had been living in my belly for 9 consecutive months. I lost 15 kg and came
back to my original weight. I kept losing weight but I thought it was perfectly
normal for a breastfeeding mother, as everyone told me so. I was weighed when
my baby was one year-old.
Two years ago.
I lost 15 kgs in 10 days
because I ate something I wasn’t allowed to eat with empty stomach. I was in my
worst shape, weighing less than 45 kgs. With 158 cm height, I looked so tiny
and fragile. I had no idea when I started to grow hyperthyroidism but since two
years ago, I have been struggling with weight and health problems.
I used to be active. I
jogged almost every morning. I was a hiker and a traveller. I climbed
mountains. I went cities and abroad backpacking. There was nothing that could
stop me in terms of physical ability. Becoming so weak in only 10 days didn’t
make sense to me except only because of my weight loss. Domestic work was
exhausting and it took the whole day to finish everything.
I also grew angrier. I was
angry at myself for being so tired all the time. I was irritated at small daily
problems. I hated people who looked down on me for being so tiny and weak. I
couldn’t focus on one thing and I was so easily distracted. So, I lost my two
favorite jobs.
