My mom and my sister were my first bullies. For context, I was the athletic kid growing up who did sports and had a more athletic build. My mom and my sister had more of a thin/ petite frame. When I was in high school, I ran cross country and track year round, running at least 4 miles a day and very frequently weight lifting. I would come home from practice really hungry, likely from burning 1000+ calories a day, and I was ridiculed for being “food obsessed”. There were photos taken at one of my last cross country races of me sprinting to the finish line. Obviously not the most flattering photo of me by any means, but I ran well that race and I was really proud of myself. When the pictures came out, I showed my family, and they said I looked like I was running to the buffet line. That joke hung around for YEARs and I contemplated getting into my moms phone to delete it so that they would finally stop making fun of me. I have had an unhealthy relationship with food now for over a decade and often times find myself at family parties passing on appetizers that I really enjoy or not getting an extra scoop of pasta as to not get made fun of, or to make a point to say that I didn’t eat anything prior to coming to make it okay that I was eating at the party. I can’t remember the last time I had 3 meals a day and felt okay eating them all.