How I Finally Killed the Thin Person Inside Me Trying to Escape

It only took four decades.

Confident plump girl wearing ripped jeans and crop top sits amongst trees.
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Connecticut, where I grew up, the advertising wasn’t subtle. It was stitched onto throw pillows, displayed in place of pride: “You Can Never Be Too Rich or Too Thin.”

The rich part I had no say in. I was a free lunch kid. I shared a bedroom with my stepsister and my stepbrother. I rocked Woolworth…