Just a month ago, she couldn’t stand to look at herself in the mirror. Today, she weighs 26 kg less and wears a swimsuit without any embarrassment.

I was spending my free time putting on weight. At school, I was called a “barrel” and picked on. I didn’t let my parents know, because everyone was ashamed of me for the violation. Growing up, I looked at myself in the mirror with a reproduction. I hated my thighs rubbing together, and the all-important core muscles spilling out of my pants and sweaters. During my studies, I was limited by the fact that people were constantly staring at me and talking about my weight, which was out of reach. Often, I’d say, “Hey, she’s getting fat!” In restaurants, the same thing: “She’s so fat, and she’s still eating!”

All this was driving me into a dangerous situation. My body increasingly refused to cooperate. Eventually, I would develop back problems and no longer function normally. Unfortunately, I spent most of my days at the computer – accounting. Eventually, my boss fired me because I was no longer effective.

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