When I was six my father and his friends were telling me that it wasn't pretty for a woman's hips to be unable to fit into a doorway as they pulled their shrinking shirts over their growing bellies.
I counted my calories (like every young girl has been taught to do!) and weighed myself everyday before school on my mother's scale and every time it didn't show a number that pleased me I never told myself that it was broken I told myself that I probably should skip breakfast that morning.
I bought clothes that hung off my body because I was too afraid to wear clothes that may show any tiny bit of fat on my stomach, I worried that people wouldn't be able to pass me in a doorway.
My father grew in size nearly every month, but constantly scoffed at me for eating an Oreo at midnight telling me that I would be unable to fit into the jeans that I bought yesterday.
The boy who's locker was next to mine constantly told me that I was going to be "too fat to touch my toes", causing perfectly good peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to be left in the abyss of the trashcan.
My mother's chicken breast that she spend two hours making was slid under the table but at least the dog appreciated it.
I asked my father why I had to be a small single rose in a vase rather than a full bouquet of flowers and was laughed down.
I counted my calories (like every young girl has been taught to do!) and weighed myself everyday before school on my mother's scale and every time it didn't show a number that pleased me I never told myself that it was broken I told myself that I probably should skip breakfast that morning.
I bought clothes that hung off my body because I was too afraid to wear clothes that may show any tiny bit of fat on my stomach, I worried that people wouldn't be able to pass me in a doorway.
My father grew in size nearly every month, but constantly scoffed at me for eating an Oreo at midnight telling me that I would be unable to fit into the jeans that I bought yesterday.
The boy who's locker was next to mine constantly told me that I was going to be "too fat to touch my toes", causing perfectly good peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to be left in the abyss of the trashcan.
My mother's chicken breast that she spend two hours making was slid under the table but at least the dog appreciated it.
I asked my father why I had to be a small single rose in a vase rather than a full bouquet of flowers and was laughed down.