Why I Suffered from Years of Insecurity

My brother sent me this picture today.

(I'm the one on the left, the two on the right are old family friends...freaking adorable!) I had just about convinced myself that my weight problems as a child were mostly in my head. And, er, now I realize that those problems resided squarely in my thighs. The word they used on me back then was "sturdy," which was a term that my husband also suffered when he was a less than fit young boy.

I can look at this photo and go awwww, but good god, I hope my kids have it a little easier. At least they'll have the benefit of not living in the '80s, when eyeglasses were purposedly designed to swallow up half your face. And I remember that little sweatshirt with the teddy bears and hearts. I loved that sweatshirt.