I was the black sheep – always on the outside looking in.
My parents were active, fit, muscular.
My dad owned a gym and taught martial arts and my mom helped manage a health food store.
My siblings were the “stars” in whatever sport they played.
And it made me wonder, “What’s wrong with me?”
Even though I didn’t grow up thinking I was “fat”, my body was just “softer” than everyone else’s.