I think it would have been much more productive to have had a mother who didn't hate her body and didn't lash out at me and call me names for being the same size that she was (since this is an exercise in fantastical things that will never happen...). then I wouldn't have wasted so much of my teens and twenties starving and feeling bad about my perfectly good body.

Now I'm very fat--but even fitter than I was in my twenties, and my family can like it or lump it, frankly.