I finally grew up"If I ever hit 120, just shoot me!"

I was a histrionic teen as I made this statement.

How could a diet of denial and despair be right?

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This revelation led to others.

I am curvy, not willowyand it suits me.

I live in Queens now, and I love it.

I desire a gorgeous ripe tomato above all things.

Finally, I stepped off my scale.

In the no-weighing year that followed, not tracking my pounds made about 20 of them disappear.

I went shopping and was thrilled by my new size: 8, my happy number.

Of course, 8 is also a way to measure myself, but it’s forgiving.

If my pants get snug, the blow doesn’t devastate the way a 10-pound gain would.

Instead, it’s a nudge to which I respond with a clear headno tears or self-loathing.

VALERIE FRANKEL

__I took my dog for a walk__My happy weight is 147 pounds.

This was fine until college, when I moved in with my boyfriend.

He ate enough for four people, I ate enough for two; my happy weight seemed long gone.

I was so disoriented, I kept losing thingsmy wallet, the car keys, 30 pounds.

I hadn’t noticed gaining while abroad.

I was always standing before paintings or running or walking.

I’d plot a route from the Metro to school based on the patisseries.

Before class, I’d consume apain au raisin, achausson aux pommesand apalmier.

Then I might have aneclairon the way home.

I savor the memory, conjuring tastes, the sounds of quick voices calling out in bakeries.

At 46, there is still no problem I don’t want to solve with a diet.

“Oh, you,” a mother of one of my daughter’s friends said one day.

“I can tell you’re one of those women who has never really worried about her weight.”

That’s itthat’s the look I want.

KATHRYN HARRISON

__I watched tabloid TV__I’ve always liked my curvy hips.

Sure, it would be nice if my thighs were slimmer, but overall, my body pleased me.

Even when I gained 65 pounds while pregnant, I saw it as a sign my baby was healthy.

At my checkup, I almost fainted to find I’d gained 15 pounds.

Their bodies were gorgeousand they looked more like mine than the skinny white models on the runway.

After that, I started seeing my softer body as sensual, not heavy.

REBECCA WALKER

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