One of my earliest memories of my grandmother on my father’s side was her telling me to never ever follow in my mother’s footsteps and be FAT. She would tell me that fat people aren’t the type of people that others want to socialize with. “You don’t ever want to be fat like your mother!” (Did I mention that my dad’s mother wasn’t too keen on my mom?). Back then as a little kid i would go home, look at my mom and not understand what grandma was talking about. My mom wasn’t ‘fat’ at all. She had what we would call today a ‘badonkadonk’ butt, but she was one of the last full time stay at home super wife/mom of the 70’s. This label that was placed on her by my grandmother was unfair and cruel, and sort of introduced me to what body shaming was at an early age.
Flash forward to my early teens and I would fluctuate on my weight pretty often. Nothing extreme but over time I noticed that clothes stopped fitting so well.