I'm 18 months older than my brother. We were both bottle-fed. My mother always used to tell the story that I was "so good" when they brought him home, until the moment I saw him being fed. Then I cried and cried, because I thought they'd given him my bottle.
This has affected me at my absolute core, and I have the absolute knowledge that in every relationship of affection, I will sooner or later be replaced, no matter how "good" I am. My head tells me that's not true but, at heart, it is just my absolute truth.
For a long time it did affect my attitude to food too - food = love, love can be withdrawn/given to another instead, grab food while you can.
The lightbulb came to me about 20 years ago, though, since when I've -twice - become the fattest I've ever been. This time, I'm really battering the weight down - but the replaceability never seems to leave me.



