An honest, personal and deeply moving piece.
I grew up having a great relationship with food – I loved it!!! I was a skinny child and could pretty much eat whatever I wanted. I was very tall (ha! still am!) and had more issues with my height than my weight. I always wanted to be smaller and blend in more. When I reached about 15 years old, I started to get ‘chubby’. I still didn’t have too much of a problem with it – I loved food. As I got older, I started to notice I was ‘curvier’ than most of my mates – and while most days I was ok with how I looked, there was a niggle in the back of my mind that I should be thinner.
I was always a ‘people pleaser’ and when I became ill (started around 10 years ago) with depression, the idea of losing weight began to really appeal…
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