This post originally appeared on my old blog in 2012. Let’s remind each other to keep our eyes on the prize. Jesus. Not a smaller pants size.
I was in the third grade. It was right after Christmas vacation and I had to wear the dress one more time. Purple velvet, with a silk sash. I loved it. So maybe it was getting a little snug but I didn’t care. One more time. The sash kept untying and I’d ask my teacher to fix it for me, over and over again.
Finally she said “maybe if you hadn’t eaten so many cookies at Christmas, your dress would still fit and the sash would stay tied.”
In front of the whole class. Loudly.
It was then that I first realized I was fat.