i'm the youngest of six so i grew up super territorial about food and watched other peoples' plates like a hawk. growing up anything i didn't take on my first pass would get grabbed up by my brothers and sister. it took about 6 months of living with my first boyfriend (who was almost a foot taller and 60lbs heavier) to stop insisting on a 'fair' plate. i'd never finish what was on my plate and have to go meekly put it with the leftovers every night. i still sometimes feel the 'baby sister' kick in when people assume i want the smallest piece because i'm short/small, even though i usually DO want it. my brain immediately goes, NO FAIR!!!!!!! and then i have to think, 'you are almost 30.'