Esther D. Rothblum

“You’re getting thin, gal!” My mom said as I strutted through the archway of my parents’ front door. “Thanks mom,” I muttered. It was the fifth time I’d heard the compliment in recent weeks. Close friends, other relatives and even my live-in partner were showering me with incessant praise about the sudden slimming of my wide waist and rotund thighs.