I’ve had an up and down relationship with my weight since childhood. I developed an eating disorder in my teens that plagued me until my early twenties when I was, with the help of counselling, able to get a grip on it. Since then, it’s reared its ugly head from time to time, but overall, I consider it to be in the past.
Which is why it is so frustrating to me that the women in my family continue to focus on weight. Women’s weight, in particular.
I must have been around nine or ten when I first became aware of my weight, my size. I developed early. I grew breasts and started my periods at age eleven. Both of my sisters were skinny children and slim, petite young women. We had totally different body types and I always knew that mine was considered less desirable.