Sigh. And again, I am being told that it is wrong for me to look back and to think about my youth. This is a negative thing, and I must only live purely in the present and the future, right?
I’m sorry, I can’t do that, any more than someone with happy memories of wearing Miss Sixty clothes can - or should - forget about this period.
Of course, there is slightly more to it than ‘just’ being overweight, but I can remember having a friend who was brought up in a religious cult telling me that she often felt a sense of alienation from her contemporaries because so many cultural references and shared experiences were lost to her. While I can’t claim my experience is the same, I do see some parallels. I didn’t go on a holiday abroad with my friends because I was too lacking in confidence to wear a bikini. I didn’t go to a prom, or even meet someone and get married until the very end of my thirties. The concept of having a boyfriend, even casual sexual relationships, is not something I have experienced.
Now, I do realise others will have not gone on a ‘girly’ holiday, or had a prom, or a boyfriend, for reasons that have nothing to do with weight, but that’s precisely why they are not the same things. And it’s not as easy as forgetting about it when actually, you can’t forget. You can to a point choose not to think about and to a point not dwell on, but it is still there. There are two decades of my life that in a sense have been half-lived.
Of course, things are never as straightforward as that and weight ends up being tied into (in my case) loss, bereavement, lack of self esteem, lack of self worth. It might well be that if I’d come from a different type of home, or even had different types of friends, my weight would have stood on its own if you like - I could have been overweight with nothing else to it, as to be honest I am now - but then it was different.
But at any rate, I just really have to say that everyone repeatedly saying ‘forget about it’ isn’t really helpful in the slightest. These are my memories, this is my past. I can’t pretend my twenties and thirties didn’t happen and I jumped seamlessly from about seventeen to thirty eight, any more than any of you can.