Such an interesting topic and I love everyone sharing their personal journeys. I absolutely hate that women consider and constantly think about weight while many men (not all, I get that) do not have the same societal pressure. And that for many women their worth is defined by how they look which is very tied to how small they are. However, there are health implications that need to be considered as well. So complicated.
I was an active teen/young adult, playing softball and cheerleading. I worked out by doing those activities and also running, weight lifting, etc. to be in physical shape to do them well. I enjoyed it. When I went to college I continued going to gym classes like aerobics, weight lifting; I also did the typical college girl diet of eating fast food and then fasting and wearing saran wrap while working out because I felt "fat". I started to grow into my genes (grandmothers and great grandmothers were short/circular people

) and gain some weight. I was probably a size 8 at this time. One Spring Break I accidentally walked out in front of a slow moving car in my bikini and a guy yelled, "Move your fat ***!" Looking back, my *** was actually quite nice and toned, just not tiny - it would have been appreciated in this BBL era lol. This sent me into a spiral of attempted weight loss. I had to have kidney surgery (not for diet reasons, a birth defect was discovered) and went on a 1000 calorie a day diet bc I couldn't work out. I lost weight and was probably a toned size 6 coming back from that summer. I was, of course, applauded for worrying about my fat *** and taking care of that grossness which made me continue eating very little. I kept it up until I graduated from college. I thought about weight constantly through my 20s, 30s, and 40s and kept myself to a size 8/10 fluctuating based on having a baby, work demands, how much I could get to the gym, etc.
I'm 57 years old and wear a size 10. My knees started going in my late 40's from all the different high impact workouts I'd done over the years, years of cheerleading and jumping, and bad genetics. I struggled with working out and would tear up with pain after walking for a short time and especially after doing the HITT classes I was still trying to manage because, by this time, I was fat at a size 10. I finally had double knee replacement last year after saving money for five years to pay for it. I now walk when I feel like it, do resistance training with bands and weights when I feel like it, and I stretch daily. I eat what I want within reason - I don't eat high fat for days on end because it makes me not feel good and I understand that. I don't snack much, it's just not my thing. Sometimes I eat blueberries and a scoop of chicken salad for a meal and sometimes I eat a McDonald's cheeseburger. I went to Disney recently and walked 20,000 steps each day easily. But I don't do that on a regular basis. I walk probably 6000 steps on average at work (teacher/teacher adjacent). I drink wine and whiskey with my friends. I eat pasta if someone asks me to go out to dinner. I look pretty damn good for 57 and don't act my age. I'm sure some people would find me unattractive and too big. I wish we put more emphasis on actions and how people contribute to the world rather than how they look but that probably won't ever change. My 84 year old mother just told me she ate 1/2 a Cobb salad for lunch and will only have a few handfuls of popcorn tonight because it was "a lot and full of fat". She is tiny but grew up with her weight being her worth.