Well add me in the overweight child category. My story is similar to that of another poster who blamed their grandparents. I love my mother dearly, but we are an italian family and my mother's way of showing love was food. My food choices were never restricted growing up, and I was in fact encouraged to eat, eat, eat.
My weight problem started probably when I was around 8 or 9. I would come home from school and my mother would fix me a bagel with either butter or cream cheese for a snack. She was always demanding that we clean our plates. There were always high fat snacks in the house. Chips, cookies, cakes, anything and everything that was bad for you. We never had things like fruit or veggies in the house to snack on. I grew up believing that veggies were for cooking with, to make a meal. Never even thought of actually having a veggie as a snack. My mom never bought fruit to snack on.
I love my mother with all my heart but do blame her to a degree for my weight problems. She encouraged unhealthy eating all throughout my childhood, and as a result of that I built eating habits that were thoroughly unhealthy and doomed me to be overweight.
I was also diagnosed with PCOS (after I was already overweight for years) which didn't help me any. I have been struggling all of my life with my weight. It doesn't help either that my biological father is severely overweight, and I take after his side of the family, while my sister takes after my mom's side, the skinny side.
I remember so many days when I would get made fun of. I would think I looked pretty decent, then someone would destroy any shred of self esteem I had by making a hurtful comment. One day that particularly stands out in my mind (and probably always will) is the day that my sister, myself, and my step-sister went to a concert on the boardwalk. We were just walking along, minding our own business (I was about 15 at this time) and a group of guys walked by and one of them said "eat a salad." For no reason. I was SO hurt by this, and even more hurt because my sister and step-sister nearly busted a gut laughing about it.
There was only one year in my life that I was skinny. From 18 to 19. I went out to the club every Friday night and we would dance for 5 or 6 hours straight. I was having so much fun with my friends that I would forget to eat, and before I knew it, I looked FANTASTIC! I'd lost a bunch of weight (I'll never know how much, I never weighed myself, but I was wearing a size 7) and I was just feeling and looking so good. Then I stopped going to the club and hanging out with that friend, and started eating again, and it came right back on.
WOW how I loved that feeling of being thin for the first time in my life. And ironically, when I was that thin, I looked in the mirror and still saw the same, fat person. If only I knew then what I know now.
So I have always had an unhealthy relationship with food, and I am trying to change that now by making this a WOL, as opposed to thinking of it as a diet. (I hate to even use the word.) It's going to take a long time for me to retrain myself and my entire way of thinking, but it will be worth it, so I will perservere.
Sorry to be so long winded, lol. That's my story.