This picture was taken (by my dear friend Thom) days after my mother was diagnosed with cancer and only a couple of weeks before she died. We don't have a lot of pictures of my mother later in her life because she never thought she looked good in pictures.
Thas was so silly because she was beautiful and thin and always looked great and younger than she was.
Anyway, why this picture this week?
We talked at Thanksgiving dinner about having a family photo taken with one of us holding a photo of my mom at Grownup Girl's wedding. It's a shame she won't be here to be joyful with us.
This is also one of the few pictures of me at close to my highest weight. During my mother's death and illness, I gained 30 lbs. in two months. I didn't stay that weight for very long and I worked very diligently to get down--it was not a healthy weight for me--not to mention I wasn't happy with the way I looked and felt.
Still, I display that picture because it is the only one I have of my mother with her children and grandchildren and I am not quite vain enough to discard the sentimental value of the photo because I don't like the way I look.
Almost, but not quite. Somehow I think that sensibility is going to get me through the turning fifty thing. Though a grandchild won't hurt, either!
P.S. When you have someone with anorexia in the family, talking about weight is always dicey and fraught with tension, but I feel that Social Butterfly is in a place to recognize that just as health can require weight gain, it can also require weight loss. Different people have different needs.