Back in the day, they did seemingly inappropriate weigh-ins in elementary school during gym class and the b* would yell out the numbers, as you were making the stroll back to your spot on the floor, so everyone could hear and judge. The moment you start making comparisons, kids will pick up on that. Beforehand, no one would have told me I was noticeably curvier than a few of the other girls in the class. After, I had one boy tell me my thighs were too big. Um, I wasn’t overweight. I just happened to have meat on my body. And apparently it was considered bad. At the time, it was ideal to be blonde, willowy-thin, and tan. I was none of these things and never could be. I was a natural red-head, with an hour-glass figure, and was shamed for things I had no control over.