It is my tenth wedding anniversary in October. I was most definitely a fat bride, (my wedding dress was a size 24, but the staff at the shop delicately let it out a bit...) and I hate looking at my wedding pictures. I want my family to be proud of me, and probably more importantly, I need to feel proud of myself.
A random comment from my mother when I was 16 set me off on the weight gain path, my grandad had just died and she said "You know, he would have wanted you to lose weight". Teenage rebellion kicked in and made me think "No, he would have wanted me to be happy", so I set off eating as much nonsense as I could and piling on the weight, equating sweets and chocolates with happy. It is 21 years since then, and I am only just now realising that I am not happy, and never have been, by being fat.
So yes, he would have wanted me to be happy, but healthy too.