Nonchalantly, she said, “I’ve always had a thinner waist you and your sister do not you’re like your dad but I’ve always had quite a thin waist.” It was true: even at my thinnest point, I could barely fit into her old wedding dress which sat, wrinkled, in a box in the attic. One day, she told me I could have it which made no sense, because I was too thick That’s when eating began to make me sick.