Weight has always mattered because my weight represented a great catalyst for my family’s discomfort a different identity. I was the youngest out of three older brothers. I was teased and ridiculed for what I ate and how I ate.
When I was 9 I was taken to a psychiatrist to evaluate my behavior. During that appointment, I ran out in traffic because I thought I was crazy. The doctor wanted to
treat my mother. Of course, that immediately brought the treatment to cessation.
I have a doctorate and I hope that if my mother had it to do over again. She would have participated in my treatment with me so that weight might now matter as much!