Instead of a plan of action, I walked out of that nutritionist’s office with a bundle of humiliation and a new layer of shame
My dream of creating beautiful clothing for every size had started years before, when I was a high school girl shivering on the scale in a nutritionist’s office.
“You need to lose weight,” the nutritionist told me, her lips pursed in disgust.
I stepped off the scale and slipped my shoes back on, not bothering to look at the number on the scale screen. Whatever it was, I knew it was big — too big for an 11th-grade girl who wanted to look good and fit in.
“You’re going to graduate high school soon and then start dating,” the nutritionist continued. “Unless you get skinnier, who is going to want to marry you?” She shook her head side to side. “I can’t imagine that someone will want to marry you like this.”
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