Why I Refuse to Talk To My Children About 'Fat' and 'Thin'

April 6, 2015 9:41 PM

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Once upon a time, I was epically thin. Think runway model thin. I wore size zero jeans held up by a belt. Initially, my thinness evoked compliments about how great I looked. But as the weight melted off my five-foot, seven-inch frame, the compliments gave way to glances of pity and insults.

One afternoon, I was at my local gym after a day of college classes, excited to lift weights and let the stress of grad school give way to strength. A man walked by me, gave me a quick up-and-down glance, and said, "Eat a hamburger." I had more than one friend follow me into the bathroom between cla...

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