Our eleven-year-old daughter, whom we recently adopted from Russia, weighs sixty-two pounds and loves being tiny and slender. She also makes comments about the shape of the rest of the family; consisting of her two-siblings, my husband and I. Right after Halloween we were at a friend’s house and our friend tried to give her a big bag of leftover chocolate bars. She had been in the U.S. for only about a month, and she spoke barely any English, but she put her hand up and said, “No thank you. My house ---- it is fat.”
Janet M.
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