I was fairly recently talking with some friends about the body issue trauma we inherited from our moms, and how we're all doing our best to not pass it on to our kids. Our grandmothers all had help in the form of prescription amphetamines, so when their daughters didn't and weren't as thin, they shamed them for their bodies, and our moms did the same to us. I look back at pictures of myself before the disordered eating started, and I don't understand how my mom ever thought it was okay to make the comments she did about my body, and it's no wonder I forced myself to be underweight for so long (at which point, she still said I would never be skinny bc my hips were too wide). 

Anyway, this is primarily what Age 16 is about and it made me cry more than once.