It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, if you’ve ever been a Fat Girl—or chubby, as I prefer to say—you will always see yourself as fat. It doesn’t help that your father commented about your weight. (He was no Slim Jim!) Or that your adored older brother said, “Do you still wear that parka? Don’t you have enough fat to keep you warm?” Those comments live in perpetuity, at 180 pounds or 135 pounds. When I look at the photos I see a girl of a normal weight; not particularly chubby, certainly not thin. Normal. An ordinary girl.