Thank You, Old-timers

WHEN I FOUND AA, I felt like I was 200 years old. I had hip-hugger jeans (which were all I owned), tight-fitting shirt, and long, sexy (I thought) brown hair. I was as skinny as a bean pole but thought I weighed 400 pounds (I now know that was all the guilt I was carrying around). Inside, I was dead. I felt like an absolute zero and that my life was over. The lady my mother had taught me to be and the God she had taught me to believe in were both long gone, like ashes thrown to the wind. I was totally defeated and scared to death.