tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209785482041222629.post6386455523586465488..comments2023-04-30T07:39:15.841-05:00Comments on Naked Opinions: <br> The Fabled Forties: A life of dietsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209785482041222629.post-78403329567553950132008-10-29T11:28:00.000-05:002008-10-29T11:28:00.000-05:00It seems this is a world-wide mess. My (very heavy...It seems this is a world-wide mess. My (very heavy) Grandma used to criticize me continually as a young teenager for being too fat. She went so far as to tell me on the eve of tryouts that I was too fat to be a cheerleader. I don't remember being fat as a teen-ager, but I do remember dieting unsuccessfully constantly and feeling fat. In fact, I was nominated for prom queen my senior year and thought it was some kind of Carrie joke because I was too fat. However, as a 30-something I discovered that the dress I wore to prom had made its way into my Mom's 6th grade costume box. She was a teacher. She told me that hardly anyone could wear it because it was too small. So, if the dress I wore as a 17 year-old does not fit a majority of 12 year-olds could I really have been that fat? I agree something is wrong with society.Jump Hihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09884850858056671978noreply@blogger.com