I wish my mom had fat-shamed me and helped me diet when I was ballooning up as a preteen.  I ended up being fat from age 11-16. I hated every minute of it.  Seriously.  The mental damage done is still fresh.  If I feel insecure or sad I just feel like that sad, fat, 11 year old again, who realized she couldn't fit into her old bathingsuits without looking like a freak.