I was a tall and thin girl until the summer I turned 11 and spent it with my obese grandma and aunt. Those two women taught me all about the joys of high calorie foods, like hot dog sandwiches and ice-cream sundaes. I ate and ate and ate!! I came home, and the first words out of my dad's mouth were on how fat I had become.
That set me up for pretty much the rest of my life, first as an overweight kid, teenager, and now adult. When I was 17, I weighed a 150 and thought I was the fattest thing alive. Having a mental picture and the negative words to go with it, I was soon as fat as I thought I was.
I wish I was that 17 year old girl again. I would smack some sense into her and teach her how to eat healthy and exercise.