tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27705709.post3909677567212367144..comments2023-10-31T01:54:26.461-07:00Comments on Holly Would If She Could: Part One: Weight Loss – The Early YearsHollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15245639481233482357noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27705709.post-4822216075065401802011-02-07T20:55:27.291-08:002011-02-07T20:55:27.291-08:00I'm so glad you're writing about this. I h...I'm so glad you're writing about this. I had the same thing growing up, always thinking I needed to lose X pounds. Of course when I look back at photos, I think I looked fine. Great, even! But at the time I was always looking to hide my shame somewhere. Usually under bad posture, baggy men's Levis, and oversized Smiths t-shirts. What a delight I was.Katehttp://kateo.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27705709.post-54305511358549766272011-02-07T11:57:04.873-08:002011-02-07T11:57:04.873-08:00God, I can so relate to the shame thing. Growing u...God, I can so relate to the shame thing. Growing up, my childhood best friend's mom used to constantly make comments about how "little" my friend was and just dismiss my body as "curvier." It was crazy that at age 5, someone had already mentioned that my body was different and by comparison, not as good as someone else's. I also had the dance experience, before a teacher brushed it off by saying I just didn't have a dancer's body. And then I knew that what she meant was that my body was imperfect. Couple that with a mom who has her own serious body issues and bam. The shame and struggle.<br /><br />This is such a good post.Amyhttp://www.justatitch.comnoreply@blogger.com