I open the card and inside is a "congratulations on your weight loss" card. So I see it is from my Mother and Father. hmmmmmm, what is this? I'm not a father, shouldn't be getting a Father's Day card, my birthday is in March and Mother's Day is long gone. I've ridden the weight roller coaster for years now, I so want to get off soon.Īnyhow, what brings me here this morning is something I got in the mail. Sad but heck I'm still here, still working every day on making myself a healthier person.
The most painful yet has to be when I was so heavy that my father refused to dance with me at my little sisters wedding. I can document many episodes of how my weight has affected my life in my family. Yet, no matter my achievements, my worth has always been dictated by my weight. I have successfully maneuvered my way through a painful divorce and now find myself in a very rewarding relationship. I have earned a college degree and I am a professional in my field. I have given birth to and raised two beautiful young men, 18 and 21.
That being said, I have had many achievements in my life. Anyhow, I think I was also bigger than her at one point. Oh, yeah, I forgot, I have an aunt who is fatter. All my life my role in the family has been the fat one. Mom and Dad are fairly small people and besides my brother who is 6' I am the next tallest at 5'6". I have two sisters that are fairly average, one tends to get chunkier than the other, my youngest sister tops out at 140 and she feels "fat". I have struggled with my weight since late in high school. I sometimes wonder at our roles in our families as the fat members, or in many cases here, formally fat members. I experienced something this morning that I just had to put out there.
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