This blog post originally appeared in My Imperfect Truth . I’ve written extensively on these pages about my struggle with my weight. About my life as a fat kid called “Elephant Youngs” on the playgrounds of every grade school in Falmouth, Maine. About my victories and losses on the battlefield of Weight Watchers where I’ve easily gained and lost myself five or six times over the past 20 years. About my shame at being faced with a buffet and my love of being immersed in water where I can float, nymph-like without a thought to what it feels like on solid ground. About clothes shopping and...