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So I had grown up in a ghetto little town in Brazil... it was hell. Steep ass roads, criminals always about, dirt everywhere, corrupt police, etc.

Then my family moved to the US when I was 5... it was a ghetto part for US standards, but much better than Brazil. But there, people treated my mom like absolute trash. She could barely speak English, was only 5'02, and was overall very meek and submissive in nature. And we lived in a racist Black neighborhood... there, the Black women, who were physically bigger (taller, more bulk), and more aggressive and violent, constantly beat up my mom. She couldn't even say a "good morning" to them without them saying something like, "Oh hell no! This little white devil foreign Spanish lady with an accent tryin' to talk to me? I'ma beat her ass!" And one day, one of those women beat her up so bad she killed my mom. It was the saddest day of my life. And the women in the neighborhood didn't care.

My dad wasn't exposed to this violence, as he went to work, and rarely got involved with the neighborhood... but my mom was a stay at home mom. So she was fucked.

As a result, I wanted to become as strong, big, and intimidating as I could, just so no one messes with me, and I don't have the same fate as my mom. Big and strong was my idea of power, even when it came to the shows I watched.

By the time I was in high school, I started to exercise and go to the gym literally everyday, for about 5-6 hours each. By the end of my freshman year, I was more chiseled up than I had ever been in my life. And at the start of my sophomore year, no one even dared lay a finger on me. There were only a handful of people with more muscles than me at my school.

I never hurt anyone unless they touched me first, and was usually kind in nature... but I promised I would become big and strong and live on and not let anyone mess with me, which would make my mom proud.

So my whole life... I've always been fat, disgusting, and overweight. And pretty damn pitiful.

I've always been really sensitive, hated exercise and veggies, and gotten depressed over very small things... and eating always made me happier. My dad has always been against how much I ate, but my mom, aunt, and grandma always encouraged it, as they just wanted to me to be happy, and eating made me happy. They didn't even force me to eat veggies or anything, they just let me eat all I wanted.

They did tell me I should at least exercise so I'm not THAT unhealthy, but even then, if I really hate exercise that much, then don't even bother.

As a result... now I'm 23 years old, single, living all alone, I'm 5'11, and weigh a solid 432 pounds... and I only get fatter every week. I make decent money, but my physical state is just a mess.

However, fairly recently, my dad visited me in the first time ever in like 4-5 years, and outright said, "Look at you, son! You're absolutely disgusting! The amount of food you eat... how you can't even run for 10 seconds without getting out of breath... the way you look... just how did you get so damn fat like this? I should've never let your female family members be in charge of what you eat like that! They just let you eat all the junk you want, and however much you want! Well now that all changes! You're an independent man, but I'm gonna try to help you! From this day forward, let's get you exercising and running, eating vegetables, and just overall eating less in general!"

And so my dad did just that... and he was with me almost the whole time... at the gym, on the threadmill, I couldn't handle longer than 5 minutes, and broke down into tears... I couldn't eat vegetables, as they were too disgusting and I cried...

After a couple days of this, my dad finally concluded, "Son... just be yourself, and do as you please. Forget about all this healthy & fit shit. Better be happy & unhealthy, than unhappy but healthy."

And left.