I can be happy with who I am, not what I should be, or what I might have been, or what someone tells me I must be.
When I'm feeling down on myself or not feeling good about who I am, or maybe something happened and I'm feeling depressed, I eat to fill that void. Afterwards I'll beat myself up about it. I regret doing it, but I'll turn around and do it again.
It has taken me most of my adult life to come to terms with who I am. To do that, I had to break free of attitudes that brought me down.