By NATALIA HAWK
It’s time for a bit of honesty.
I weigh 61 kgs. My stomach is not flat. I don’t have a box gap. Bits on my arms jiggle. I have big boobs and an arse to match. There’s cellulite on my thighs.
And it’s taken me 22 years to realise that none of the above things mean that I’m fat. I’m not even chubby. I just have a body and it happens to have a certain shape. My thighs are just always going to touch and there is nothing I can do about it.
I’m at a happy point now. I don’t mind wearing a bikini at the beach and I don’t care if my stomach rolls when I sit down on my beach towel. But for awhile there, I was very, very annoying. I exercised like a demon and constantly asked friends and boyfriends if they thought I was fat. “Because maybe I have body dysmorphia and I just can’t see that I’m actually a chubster,” I used to explain when they gave me a look of disbelief.
I went on my first diet at the age of 10. I remember once sitting down and counting my stomach rolls and thinking that I needed to reduce them. I was in year 5 at the time.
There’s a reason I’m telling you all this.
I thought straight back to it all when I read a story in this week’s Take 5 magazine about Simone Brook, an 18-year-old aspiring model who just made it on to the new season of Australia’s Next Top Model.