When I was young I was very, very thin. Skinny. Skin and bones.
I had such a complex about how thin I was. I tried and tried to gain weight. My mother made milk shakes for me every day, with ice cream, milk, and raw eggs, trying to fatten me up a little. She took me to the doctor because she was worried about how thin I was. The doctor ran tests on me to see if I was sick, but he didn't find any problem with my health. He finally told my mother that I was healthy, and I was just naturally skinny.
Now I'm a little (
) older. I've had 3 children. I finally "put a little meat on my bones" (gained a little weight).
My dream has come true! 
