As I grew older people would ask my mom my age and act surprised I was only 2 or 3 years old.
It was about the age of 3 or 4 I began to hear the whisperings and rumblings from others about my weight. Some people would tell my mom I was a big girl, chubby or chunky. I can remember the doctor saying to my mom to watch the foods I ate. Also my relatives would point out I was getting big and too heavy to carry.
By the age of five I was way bigger then my older sister and was always mistaken as the oldest. My mother began to have a hard time finding me clothes that I fit into and that I liked.
It’s funny how things play out in your life and affect the future. I would never change those days as I did not know any better. I had a zest for life but a problem already with eating habits. I was very intuitive and understood at a young age. I was a little different and not in the perfect category.
But I loved my self anyway!!!