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In my dreams.
Yep. I have never been thin, well, not thin thin, not even as a kid.
I was kid-shaped, if ever there was such a thing, straight down, no curves.
Plain, flat chested, I suppose you could’ve used me as a spirit level.
I loved to run, loved to play outdoor games and sports.
Then I went to grammar school.
Different ball game here. Bullying isn’t just by the pupils you know.
One particular member of the PE staff started me on my quest of self doubt, stripped me of my confidence, and made me a nervous wreck afraid to put food in my mouth when she was on dinner shift duty.
In 1973, things changed in the household and we were two miles from the nearest bus stop. I had to walk. Got a lot of blisters on my feet too, but I had to work.
I lost a lot of weight. It just fell off. Nobody noticed though, until I went shopping for clothes as dresses in my usual size dropped to the floor in a puddle of cloth.
I levelled out for about 4 years, then got married, and the yoyo of weight watching started again.