as a child & through most of my teens I ate what I wanted,as much as I wanted,whenever I wanted. Well,not entirely true. My parents trained my sisters & me to join the clean plate club. They told us about those kids that were starving in Africa. We had to eat for them & ourselves. We were kids & didn’t question it. That big round pop belly was a victory & an honor. A clean plate was a sign of success. Food was a comfort & a reward.
I was a skinny child. I was a skinny teenager. 1 day I was faced with how skinny I was. It was embarrassing & considered unattractive. I was maybe…16…not certain. I decided I would gain weight. I would eat the fattest food possible,including mayo straight from the jar. I gained weight,but only enough to become attractive & a guy magnet. I won’t even talk about the weight gain after 2 pregnancies. I’m done & I’m hungry.