In the years following high school, I couldn’t hold down a job for more than eight consecutive months, and my residence changed just as frequently. Between each new address, I would return to my childhood home, where my mother now lives alone. I’d pass through town just long enough to discard another mountainous load of boxes into her basement— always oblivious to the physical and emotional upheaval I left in my wake. The obscene amount of belongings I accumulated was akin to the weight I collected on my body; at 5 feet 5 inches tall, I eventually weighed 213 pounds

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