Caren's Mom
I grew up with a big mom. I loved her to pieces, and was never ashamed of her. But she was embarrassed & never got very involved in things, unless other big ladies were in it. She had a lot of issues that kept her fat. And she died young; at 57, one week after my first son was born.
It's been 19 years, and I can't tell you how much I miss my mom, how much her untimely death affected me, & broke apart her family. And how much is scares me as I approach my 50's obese.


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