Deep down, I am a fat kid. My thighs want chocolate cake, my abs need greens. Being healthy and happy in my own skin has never come easy to me. I've never been accused of being too thin, my body likes to attack itself and deep, deep down if I could bathe in Pop Tarts, I would. Bowls and bowls and bowls of Organic cereal used to be my way of "eating healthy". But, after being diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA) and choking down a bottle of pills...