"Do you really need seconds?"
"Should you be eating that?"
"You need to watch your weight. You’re getting chubby."
"I feel so fat."
I grew up in a diet family, and hearing these phrases was normal for me. There was diet jelly in our fridge, a secret hidden chocolate stash, and only ever skim milk.
It felt like my mum was constantly on a diet, weighing herself and doing extra exercise to 'make up' for eating more than she’d planned. I'd overheard my dad's comments about the female news reporter's outfits, her makeup, and whether he thought she was getting 'too big' to be on TV.
So it isn't surprising that I was just five years old, standing in a ballet class wearing a tight pink leotard, when I first believed there was something wrong with my body.
While the other girls had straight up and down bodies, I had thighs that touched.
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By age 10, I'd been told, "You’d be pretty if you lost weight" so many times I believed it.
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