“When I look at pictures of myself when I was my daughter’s age, I think, ‘Why did I think I was fat? Look how thin I was. Didn’t I look good!’ My mother was very heavy and she always told me, ‘Nobody loves a fat girl.’ That’s what I heard my whole life. She was so conscious of this whole weight thing. I wasn’t really that heavy, but I thought I was. Now I don’t feel fat. I don’t feel a lot of bad things anymore, now that I’m at the age I am. It doesn’t bother me as much to have people looking. It becomes unimportant. I accept my age. I accept how old I am and I’m glad I’m alive. I hope I live to be 100 years old and that I get all wrinkled up like a prune. I don’t care. I just want to live.”
