I grew up in a Christian household with two parents that did their best to raise me and my sisters in a godly fashion. However, at the age of four I was sexually abused by my neighbor and his daughter. That, coupled with the inability to manage my weight, brought on a deep feeling of shame and worthlessness. I felt like there had to be something wrong with me and didn't see how I could ever be worth loving.
My weight continued to be an issue throughout my childhood and teenage years, and eventually produced a long-term eating disorder. The immense sense of failure caused me to isolate and hide. As the shame grew, so did my anger. I began to lash out at my parents and sisters pushing them away. I felt so alone and unworthy of love.
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