I was four years old when this photo was taken, probably around 1954 or 1955. I remember that day, a bitter Sioux City winter, snowy and bone chilling cold. Mo, my grandmother, packed that crinkly blouse and gray felt skirt into a cosmetic case, helped me into dungarees, and bundled me into a red snowsuit. My permed hair was flat against my skull, tamed with black bobby pins.
At the photo studio, I had to unbundle and then dress up in that outfit, and I remember Mo "combing out" that awful 1950's hair style. (What were they thinking, anyway?)
I don't remember much about posing, just repacking the outfit, bundling up again, and going home. I don't know why that day was so memorable--maybe it was the last time I felt special in my own family.
As a teenager, I used to study this picture, envying my early childhood skinniness. How pathetic is that?
In 2005, that photograph represents a time in my life when eating had no warped issues attached to it, and the tiny body mirrored back to me reflects that simple time.
I was skinny up until about age six, when I became a little chunky. Not fat, mind you. But I remember my mom's and grandmother's alarmed conversations about my fat. Never mind that Mom had a serious drinking problem (among other problems).
In our family, a fat child was an unacceptable commodity; alcoholism was the norm--at least that was my perception.
When I was eight, the family rallied around my weight problem, hiding food from me. I rebelled by stashing food all over the place. I spent my allowance money on snacks instead of cheap toys. To this day, I can remember the junk food I bought, stashed, and ate in secret:
- 1 Packet of Grape Lick-em Aid powder (which I ate instead of mixing as a drink) (2 cents)
- 2 Orange gumballs (1 cent each)
- 1 Grape gumball (1 cent)
- 1 Reese's Peanut Butter Cup (5 cents)
- 1 Mallow Cup (5 cents)
- 1 Cherry Bing (a Sioux City candy bar with a cherry nougat center, coated in chocolate and peanuts--still a local favorite) (5 cents)
- 1 package of sunflower seeds, still in the shell and salted (5 cents)
- 5 pieces of cinnamon Jolly Rancher hard candy (5 cents)
Quite a bit of junk for 30 cents. It's no accident that sunflower seeds have made my top ten list of favorite foods, but my tastes have matured, and I now prefer them shelled and unsalted.
I even developed a hierarchy of how the foods were to be eaten, starting with the Lick-em Aid. It was sweet and tarty, so it had to be consumed first. Then I chewed one of the orange gumballs, until all the sugar was gone, and then I'd spit it out, and pop in the grape gumball, and continue with the second orange gumball. I pretty much stuck with the order noted as above.
Why? Who knows...? At the time it seemed important to establish a binge routine.
My grandmother spent a lot of energy trying to root out my stash, but most of the time I ate it before she could get her hands on it.
Food was so important that I, a Catholic girl, once considered selling my soul to the devil just so I could eat all the peanut butter cups I wanted without getting fat, but I stopped short of actually conjuring up the Prince of Darkness.
I was nine.
Had I known about purging to stay thin, I probably would have done it. Beats selling one's soul for such a pittance.
When I went on my first diet, I was eight. By the time I was nine, I was popping little pink pills that killed my appetite, but they made me crawl the walls, so our family doctor prescribed sleeping pills so I could sleep at night. I hated them because I felt stupid on them, so I would pretend to take them but then spit them out when my grandmother turned out the lights. No one could figure out why I was still bouncing off the walls.
When I was 10, the doctor decided that I needed thyroid pills; it was a little gray pill that tasted sweet, so I chewed it like food--I took these pills for years. (Turns out that my thyroid has always been perfectly normal.)
By the time I was 11, no one had to tell me to diet; I was doing it on my own, happily scarfing down those pink and gray pills and alternating between bingeing and fasting--either on a diet or on a binge. No middle ground.
The teenage years. I was totally out of whack; I had lost the ability to discern hunger, a problem that has dogged me ever since. I'm just now beginning to sense my hunger and satiety cues, but it's still an uncertain process that will take time before becoming second nature.
Anyone who says this process is a quick fix is in denial.
My short story "Are You EVER Going to be Thin?" is a fictional representation of how my family handled my "weight problem." The story is companion piece to my essay "Are You Thin Yet?" posted earlier on this blog. If you're interested in reading the piece, here's the link:
Anyway, I'm going to try posting this photo on the first page of this blog. I think it's small enough.
I want people to know that we don't start out life as fat people--for some of us, something happens along the way, and our bodies begin to betray us.
'Til next time,
Jennifer Semple Siegel
So true! I didn't start out fat; in fact, I was quite thin. Then, I started to eat for all kinds of reasons and sneak food. I remember doing it at age 8 and maybe even before...
Thanks for your thoughts, Lisa!
Thanks, Lisa, for your thoughts!
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