As a very small child, I already had a pot belly, and I remember pushing it out to make it even bigger. I often laid in bed secretly pretending I was very very fat and fantasizing about eating large quantities. I think it's likely some early media inspired some of these fantasies, or maybe it was my mother's fixation on thinness and diet culture. She often would describe certain foods as good or bad, and she focused heavily on losing 5 or 10 lb for special occasions. Somehow, the reverse thought pattern took root in my brain. If restricting food made her as thin as she wanted to be, then eating a lot would make me as fat as I wanted to be. It's no surprise that I'm now a 600 plus pounder, given how long this has been taking up residence in my head..
6 months
