The Fat Kid.

Flashback to July of 1990. I was 10 years old and two months prior I had lost my only sister when she was killed by a drunk driver. My Greatest Generation grandparents were staying with us because my parents were falling apart and forgot there was another child still in the picture. I remember this time vividly. This is when I was began being paid emotionally with food.

I think I need to explain some family dynamics for better context. I was born 10 years after my sister- SURPRISE! A sister who was born to 18 year old parents- SURPRISE! I was unplanned and so was she and that combined with being baby…