You know what immediately popped into my mind? One of my very first memories that pertains to weight and weight issues that I've had since childhood. Its so silly to me now, that something that happened in the 1st grade is something that has stuck with me well into my 20's. Here's what happened:
I remember I woke up that morning all happy and excited because Mom had picked out my purple stirrup pants (yes, stirrup pants...I said it) for me to wear that day. Purple is my favorite color, so I was bouncing with excitement and ready to go and show off my killer pants. I picked out my very best sweater (as it was winter time) and Mom did my hair as pretty as she could and I was off to school. I had been sick the past few days and had missed some school and a few assignments. So, my wonderful teacher sent me out to the hallway to finish an assignment on my own, as they were grading that very same assignment in class and she didn't want me to get the answers.
So, I obediently headed out into the hallway just outside the classroom door. I sat down and hurriedly began working on the assignment. I remember it had something to do with reading and writing, which were my two best subjects, so I plunged into it head first. I finished quickly and sat there waiting for the teacher to tell me it was okay to come back inside. As I was quietly sitting there, a single file line of kindergartners was passing by. I smiled sweetly and waved to them (as I was one of the nicer big kids). Then, out of the blue, a young boy in a green sweater with that beautiful white blond hair and striking blue eyes pointed at me, looked back at his giggling friends and said: