I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was a school night, but I was spinning like a top, overjoyed about my weekend plans. I was organizing my first slumber party, and I wanted to invite a new friend. I skipped into my parents' bedroom in my nightshirt to ask if I could add to the guest list. I stood at the foot of their bed when my dad interrupted me, "Are you getting a little chunky there?" He pointed to my stomach. I looked down sheepishly and said, "No, I am just standing funny." I wondered what he meant. I was only eight years old.
I would like to say that this comment went unnoticed, but it planted an insecurity seed deep in my gut. I started to question my size. I began to compare myself to my friends. I felt different. I doubted my beauty. I was consistently insecure about my weight.