I remember it as though it was yesterday, it's so clear in my mind. I'm laying on the floor in my bedroom crying uncontrollably because I ate too much for dinner and feel bloated. I'm upset because my stomach is no longer flat. I am seven years old. I wonder to myself why this doesn't happen to my mother. I also wonder why I can't be thin like the twins in my class. They are so skinny that they have that coveted thigh gap, although that's not what I call it at the time. This continues through my school years. Never feeling good enough. Maybe people will like me better if I'm skinnier. Blah, blah, blah.