Well done Jeffry! Reminds me of the time I decided I’d rather be called a fatso (than a faggot). Using body weight as a beard while growing up fed my ability to live a closeted, double life. My public side showed an ever-increasing weight mirroring the increasing levels of doubt, guilt, shame and worry growing inside me. My private life (growing up in a devout Catholic home, schooled in a Catholic grade school) required me to escape via food medication (eating all those comfort meals).

Sound familiar to anyone?