Our Bodies/Our Mothers

How they infect us with weight anxiety, and how I found my way out.

Photo by Sai De Silva on Unsplash

I can barely remember a time my mother wasn’t commenting on her body so it shouldn’t have been a surprise when the dialog about mine began. Still, it was.

I remember the sting like it was yesterday. I was thirteen, we were walking somewhere. She informed me now was a good time to start…