When I was young, I saw my mother struggle with her weight. I don't mean I saw her struggle to lose weight; when my mom looks in the mirror, that is the first thing she would point out. This only affected me once my father started CrossFit. Between their divorce and the extreme diets, fitness, and health expectations surrounding me, I began to question my own body. I remember my father playing with what little baby fat I had left. I remember the way I started to notice people considered that a bad thing. I spent that same summer talking to a boy, let's call him Victor. I had the biggest crush on this boy. He had been coming over to my place a few times that summer. Between that and my "ex-boyfriend" living down the street, I hadn't taken the time to acknowledge my sudden disinterest in food and how the interactions I was having this summer contributed It wasn't until I ate spaghetti with my mom at one of the family's favorite restaurants that she noticed m...
A Health and Wellness Blog by.... Kaylee Capetillo