That’s funny, I was about 115 (5’9" female) after recovering and the first time I had someone feeding me thrice a day was at school in England during a year abroad when I was about 20. I did balloon to a healthy 140ish (ten stone, as they put it) which kinda panicked me but then dropped back in my 20s because poor, and never had extra food. It never bothered me being skinny at all, I preferred it for looks but it wrecked my bone mass. Now I am mid 50s and 150lb - that is with eating what I want, and working out heavier, and even though it’s a healthy size and I’m so much stronger and technically more conventionally beautiful proportions, it bothers me, still feel attached to being skinny. Oh well. I guess nobody is entirely satisfied with their body.
That’s funny, I was about 115 (5’9" female) after recovering and the first time I had someone feeding me thrice a day was at school in England during a year abroad when I was about 20. I did balloon to a healthy 140ish (ten stone, as they put it) which kinda panicked me but then dropped back in my 20s because poor, and never had extra food. It never bothered me being skinny at all, I preferred it for looks but it wrecked my bone mass. Now I am mid 50s and 150lb - that is with eating what I want, and working out heavier, and even though it’s a healthy size and I’m so much stronger and technically more conventionally beautiful proportions, it bothers me, still feel attached to being skinny. Oh well. I guess nobody is entirely satisfied with their body.