In the beginning the Ukrainian babas exclaim, “Eat!  Eat!  You’re too thin!  More!” but as the years wear on, and you aren’t spending every free moment at the playground playing handball or rolling down the grassy hill or swinging on the monkey bars and your hips take on the natural widening that hips do when you’re 13, suddenly it’s, “You’re getting so fat!” and “How can you ever expect to get a husband being so fat?!”

When they are not measuring what’s on your plate, they look at you sideways thinking, “You better not be helping yourself to my husband.”