The word for today is; Assay
1.the testing of a metal or ore to determine its ingredients and quality.
I have always been on the chunky side. I saw a photo of me before I could sit up and I saw obvious fat rolls on my little legs. When I was in elementary school, I remember wearing different colors of cotton blouses.
As I played out on the playground in the warmer weather; I sweat. When I got home, Mom noticed the sweat marks and claimed it was due to my overweight stage. When I look at it today, I think, doesn’t everyone sweat when they do physical activity in warm weather?
It seemed Mom always thought I would outgrow this heavy stage, always waiting. She, herself, had a small waistline for a mom, or at least that’s the way I remember thinking it when I was a kid. I remember her always pounding a way at the diet programs to be thinner. I never saw her heavy in the beginning.
I didn’t think I was that heavy when I was growing up in my teen years, but I think Mom was still concerned about it. I can remember her and family members discussing my thyroid. If the assay of testing my blood hormones through a thyroid test came back positive, at least there was a reason for this heavy child.
Today, I am still on the chunky side. Being short doesn’t help, but there again, this is an excuse. I guess I just like myself the way I am or I would change it.