Grandma's letters

Every week I receive a letter from my ninety three year old grandmother. I dread opening every single letter I get and have secretly dreamed of shredding them unopened. But I know that I would pay dearly if I didn't answer some obscure question she may ask. A couple days ago I received one of her wonderful letters enclosed with the letter was a diet pamphlet from the 1960's. And several comments about how fat I am and how she didn't even recognize me in the photo I had sent. The picture was me right after I had Emme. My grandmother hasn't seen me since me in nearly four years, and even then she said I need to lose weight.
I wasn't overweight. When I was young, I was quite small. Some how when I hit puberty things changed. I gained weight, and had all sorts of issues. Stomach pain, weird hair growth, my skin having dark patches, low blood sugar, severe depression and fits of unexplainable anger. I never could explain why I felt ill and wanted to sleep all the time. Some people thought I was faking or just wanted attention. Several months before I married Matt, I started feeling worse. I thought maybe it was just wedding nerves. But after we got married things got worse. My stomach pain was so bad at times, I would just curl up and wait for the pain to pass. So we went to an OB who after a couple of minutes told me that if I lost weight everything would be fine. People have always looked at me as if I just sit around eating chocolate all day. When I lived in Alaska I had a gym membership. I would go there everyday after work for two hours. Lived off salads, brussel sprouts, barley and turkey burgers and maybe lost a pound.
After I had a miscarriage we went to a regular doctor. Who listened and told me that there was something seriously wrong. I went to a specialist who told me that I had Poly cystic Ovarian Syndrome. Which had caused all my problems, and some I didn't even know. It was heart breaking to hear what things this disease does. My body over produces insulin which screws up my hormones. It makes it harder than normal people to lose weight, it can make it nearly impossible to get pregnant or carry a child to term. It bothers me when people tell me that I need to lose weight. Like it is something easy like changing my socks. I just had a baby four months ago and I am working on gettingmy health back where I need it and control of my disease. So I just wish people would think before they speak. I know my grandmother never will it isn't in her nature. But other people seem to think they need to focus on my weight. It is so annoying. Thank the Lord for a hubby who looks at me and see a beautiful woman and not a fat cow as others seem to.