Dear Ann Landers,
hen I was married in 1954,1 weighed 98 pounds. Unfortunately, I gained 30 pounds with each of my two children, and the weight just stayed on. Today I weigh 158 but I really don't look it. When I put on my good corset and wear heels and a black dress, you'd guess me at about 130. My husband makes me miserable because I am over-weight. Every time I reach for a second piece of butter or a baked potato, he makes an ugly remark. He is one of those wiry types who can still get into his Korean War uniform. Last Sunday he put it on to do the yard work just to make me mad. Why should I deprive myself of food to please a man who is so mean? I know several women who are overweight, but their husbands love them anyway. Please say he should accept me as I am. I get very depressed over his constant nagging.- Pleasingly Plump