Something really cool happened this weekend. I was at a football party at Brent's house. Between games, I was snacking in the kitchen with the women. Having met Brent's great-grandmom a few times, I have learned that she says it like it is. She doesn't seem to pull any punches. Lucky for her she is so adorable, she can totally get away with it. While I was snacking, his mom pulled an apple dessert out and offered it around. Brent had some but I knew that I didn't have the self control to just have a tiny bit. Brent and I joked about it as he piled a heaping spoon of it onto his plate. His great-grandmom had overheard the conversation and overheard another being teased about eating the whole tray of celery. She looked at me, looked up and down and asked why I was watching what I was eating. She said that I didn't have a weight problem. I looked just fine the way I was.
Long story short, a compliment came from someone that was not going to sugar coat anything. Not having known my journey and meeting me at my current size, she didn't think I had a weight problem. That's all the proof that I need that I have achieved a "normal" size. Not only normal but acceptable. For the first time in a crowd, I was able to relax in the company of strangers and know that I am not being looked at as "the fat girl" after all. Very cool feeling.
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