What do you want from me?
I spent the first twenty years of my life “too fat” by your standards. I was heckled, ridiculed, ostracized, and abused.
When I was in grade school, the kids would warn one another that I might eat them, or (worse yet) sit on them if they made me upset.
In middle school, I was ridiculed. Teased, voraciously and cruelly, by anyone that needed an ego-boost to get through their day.
In high school, I faced the worst of the abuse: I was ignored. I faded into the background, the lockers clanging and bells ringing, and no one really bothered to look for me beyond help with test questions and customized study guides.
For the last decade, I’ve worked to take control of my body.
I developed (and fought to overcome) an eating disorder as an adult. I dieted and I binged; I…
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