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Have you ever bribed offered a reward to your child to encourage him/her to attain a goal?

A couple of years ago, my kids wanted new computers. So I made a deal with them: I agreed to buy the new computers when the school year ended — they wanted them for their summer vacation when they could play a certain game — if they achieved an agreed-upon grade point average.

All that semester, they asked me repeatedly, as they proudly showed me their graded tests and papers, “Mom, if we keep this up, we’re going to get our computers, right?”

“Absolutely,” I would tell them as I posted more “A” papers on the refrigerator.

“You would be so pretty if only you would lose weight.”

I remember how their eyes lit up when the UPS truck stopped in front of the house and the driver rang the doorbell with a big smile on his face.

“Did somebody here get good grades?” he asked as he brought in the boxes.

But have you ever bribed your child to lose weight?

The Denim Pantsuit

In the 1970’s, we all wore pantsuits. I found one I really wanted that was made of denim and had flowers embroidered on it.

Unfortunately, it was not available in my size.

My mother bought it for me even though it was at least two sizes too small. I recall that I could not zip the pants and the arms of the jacket were way too tight.

She bought it “with the understanding that” I was going to lose weight so that I would be able to wear it.

You know how this story ends, don’t you?

The pantsuit hung on the outside of my closet as inspiration. Every time my mother came into my room and saw it, she would nag me about the fact that I was not losing weight, reminding me that she had spent “good, hard-earned money” on that outfit.

Every time I looked at those beautiful pants and the matching denim jacket with the colorful and delicate flowers embroidered on the collar and cuffs, I was reminded that I was a big, fat failure who would never been seen in public wearing that lovely ensemble. The combination of staring at that pantsuit every day and listening to my mother drone on about the fact that my goal was becoming increasingly unattainable, made me eat more and gain weight.

Then I would look at it again and hate myself for having no self-control. And for not wanting to wear it badly enough to exercise self-control. And wonder why I could not seem to conquer my self-destructive tendencies. And I was disgusted with myself for wasting my parent’s money because it truly was hard-earned, which she reminded me about daily, as she told me, yet again:

“You would be so pretty if only you would lose weight.”

There were other bribes, too. When I was a freshman in high school, I was supposed to lose 30 or so pounds in order to get a 10-speed Schwinn bicycle. Eventually, my father took pity on me and bought me the bike because all of my friends had 10-speeds and I was still riding my old 3-speed that he had purchased for me at Sears several years earlier.

You guessed it. I gained weight that time, too.

The pantsuit remained in the closet for many years, never worn. Long after I became an adult, moved out and established my own home — and the pantsuits with bell-bottom legs had gone out of fashion — I came over to help my mother. She pulled it out of the closet and held it up.

“Remember this?” she said, waving the hanger in my face as the price tag still dangled from the arm of the jacket.

I hadn’t thought about that pantsuit in many years and certainly had no clue that she had kept it. The moment I saw it, though, all the feelings of failure and self-revulsion associated with it came flooding back.

“Oh, jeez, Mother. That thing is still here?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes,” she said in a disgusted tone. “We might as well give it to the Good Will. You’re never going to be able to wear it. You’re much bigger now that you were when I bought it for you. You never lost the weight you said you were going to. You just wasted my good, hard-earned money.”

I offered to pay for the pantsuit, but she waved her hand and went into the other room as I packed it into the box.

Forgiving is Easy; Forgetting is Not

My parents did the best they could. In writing these articles, my goal is not to criticize or dishonor them in any way. I forgave them many years ago for any parenting mistakes they made.

But forgiveness is only the first step in fully assessing and analyzing messages received as a child. Next comes the process of recovering from the resultant emotional damage.

As with weight loss, I’ve been down this road before, but never completed the process.

I saw a counselor many years ago who explained that until I dealt with the emotional aspects of overeating fully and fearlessly, the same old “tapes” would continue playing in my head repeatedly and the behavioral patterns would manifest themselves over and over, too. She warned me that I would lose weight, but resume emotional eating and regain it. She was, of course, absolutely correct.

This is the time to confront the emotional issues, work through them, and break the patterns once and for all.

Why now? The answer to that question is deceptively simple. My life depends upon it. Literally.

As I explained when I founded this site, my health and well-being were in jeopardy when I determined to make permanent changes to my lifestyle. I was at my heaviest, had developed allergies and my asthma was completely out of control. Two things that many people take for granted, I was increasingly having trouble doing without great effort: Breathing and sleeping. I was miserable. That unhappiness motivated me in ways that nothing else had or could.

A Mother Does Her Best

My mother thought that she doing what was best for me. She thought that her behavior and comments would help me, inspire me, convince me . . . She loved her children and she demonstrated that love using the life skills she possessed. I know those things to be true because, as a mother, I have done my very best for my kids, but my efforts have sometimes come up short.

I tell them, “Just remember the five most important words when you are on the psychiatrist’s couch working through your issues: ‘It’s all my mother’s fault.'”

They just look at each other, roll their eyes, groan “Oh, Mooooooom,” and go back to their rooms.

My mother was not very sophisticated. She was extremely intelligent and talented, but lived a very sheltered life. She did not work outside the home, did not socialize much. She led a very simple, but productive life, centered around her husband, children and home.

So she never had any idea that, by telling me that I would become pretty if I lost weight, she was tacitly telling me that I was decidedly not pretty just as I was. The message she communicated was that I was not “good enough” and would not become “good enough” until I altered my physical appearance. She did not understand that she was judging and branding me, or cementing for me a self-image that was completely at odds with reality.

“Pretty” became a concept reserved for other girls who were thin. “Pretty” became a state I could never achieve because I could not get and keep the extra weight off.

The irony is, of course, that self-loathing just leads to more destructive behavior. The cycle repeats itself day after day.


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  3. what a wonderful post, and I can definitely relate to that. I was also subjected to the same thing as a child, which I ended up with an eating disorder because I believed the most important thing was to please my mother. She was heavy as a child, and did not want me to be subjected to what she was but it completely destroyed my self image as a teen and as an adult.

    Now having three girls of my own, I am trying VERY hard to help them understand that they are beautiful people the way that they are today and not use images and media as their guide to beauty. I want them to be happy with themselves and to focus on molding their inner beauty instead of their superficial beauty.

    AWESOME POST.

  4. Hi! I found you on the CWO blogroll for the Choosing to Live Well, I’m also taking part in this and I could TOTALLY relate to this post of yours. The only difference is…..my mom DIDN’T tell me I was overweight or help me make better choices which led to denial in my own life until I got to high school and saw that the “other girls” were a lot thinner than me!! Which eventually led to an eating disorder which I have overcome through the power of GRACE but now I’m struggling to get three baby’s weight off in a healthy way.

    Thanks for sharing this, it was heart-breaking to read but also a huge eye opener for me with my girls. I look foreword to encouraging you along this journey as well! Take care!!

  5. I think we had the same childhood. I immediately regressed about 20 years reading this post. Wow…

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