My mother put me on my first diet when I was seven. To this day my mother isn't aware that she's a little nuts when it comes to food and body image. At 60 she came down with a terrible virus that lasted for months, and when I talked to her at the end of it, she said triumphantly, "You should see me now! I'm so thin!"
My husband lost a lot of weight during the year he lived in Ghana; he had dysentery, for crying out loud. To this day, my mother (who's 67) insists that the photos of him from that year are "lovely" because "he looked so good!" He looked *emaciated*, Mom, but thanks for the thought.
On a related note, I love the one about your mom standing over your bed willing you to stop getting taller. You could start an essay with that. :-)
I like the way glasses look on my face, too.
And thanks, now you've put "His Yoke Is Easy And His Burthen Is Light" in my head. Are you an alto, too?
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Date: 12/19/02 03:17 pm (UTC)My husband lost a lot of weight during the year he lived in Ghana; he had dysentery, for crying out loud. To this day, my mother (who's 67) insists that the photos of him from that year are "lovely" because "he looked so good!" He looked *emaciated*, Mom, but thanks for the thought.
On a related note, I love the one about your mom standing over your bed willing you to stop getting taller. You could start an essay with that. :-)
I like the way glasses look on my face, too.
And thanks, now you've put "His Yoke Is Easy And His Burthen Is Light" in my head. Are you an alto, too?