I’m going to say something that may inspire rage: my whole adult life, I have stayed the same weight. I do minimal exercise, enjoy maximum pints, and even went through a prolonged phase of eating McDonald's breakfast twice a week.
That was, until six months ago. I began to catch myself in the mirror and think I looked different. Wider, flabbier, more bloated. Instead of avoiding my reflection, I became obsessed with it. Every time I went to the bathroom I’d pull my T-shirt up to look at my ever-growing stomach, which I could have sworn used to be flat.
