When I was 7 my father was killed a house fire and we lost everything. My dad was my protector. If kids got out of hand at school, my dad would come and get the principal to take action. When he died I had one of the worst bullies come up to me and ask, "who's going to protect you now?" Food was a big comfort during those really tough times, but I managed to maintain a healthy weight growing up.
I made it through high school as the chubby girl with freckles with the same jerks reminding me that I was different from them on a daily basis. I think I topped out at a size 14, but my mother regularly scolded me that if I didn’t stop eating I would be an 18 before graduation. Don’t get me wrong, I was very active during those years. Dance lessons, bucking bails, herding sheep, working cattle, and riding horses kept the calories burning.
My grandma that took us in when my dad died gave up her fight with cancer when I was 21. She was the person I went to when times were tough. Same day, a guy, that I guess I had an illusion of us being a couple, sent me his wedding announcement. Not a good day! Overtime I gave up on finding someone in my faith and took some time off from church. I lost 30 lbs. and went dancing every night the summer I met my husband.