the blank stare

How do I explain to someone who has never, ever struggled with weight issues what it is like to walk a mile in my shoes? Because I'm sure she has her own stuff - come on, we all have stuff. Stuff that keeps us in hiding, holds us back, lingers in the corners of our minds: "You can't. You're not enough.  You're too much."

It was still hard to see the blank expression on her face when I said I'd been dealing with weight / food issues my whole life. Was there pity in that stare? Or empathy? Honestly more than either of those it was just a complete lack of experience - she simply could not relate. 

And what did I walk away thinking? 

Dear God. Please let that be how my kids will be. Please let the curse skip their generation and the one after that and the one after that and the one after that and...