Weight and worth

This is a beautiful analysis of a much-needed conversation topic in our society nowadays. Enjoy your reading!

Academic mum(bling)

Something has been bothering me since last week, so much that I had to come here and write about it. But first a background to this feeling is necessary.

Growing up in my hometown in Brazil, Saturdays meant that my sister and I would run errands with my mom every morning. On our way downtown, on foot, we would stop at a pharmacy to weigh ourselves. This routine started when I was young, maybe 9 or 10 years old, and continued into my teenage years. I was always — have always been — the heaviest of the three of us. I remember that if my mom weighed 100g more than the previous Saturday, she would skip meals during the week or go for really long walks to burn extra calories.

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I have always loved food. I don’t remember ever skipping a meal for any reason whatsoever. After our errands in…

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