
This post deals with eating disorders and suicide, and might be triggering for some readers.
Growing up as a 'fat' 14-year-old I was told a lot of things about my body.
Teachers told me that I wasn’t exercising enough.
The kids at school told me I was a fat lesbian. (They knew before I did).
The shop assistants at Rip Curl told me to try Millers.
Doctors poked me with needles and told me there might be a medical reason for my weight.
Family told me I would grow out of it.
Spoiler: I didn’t grow out of it. There were no medical reasons for my weight. I was (and still am) a fat lesbian and there were clothes for me at Millers - clothes that I was teased for wearing.
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When I look back on photos of 14-year-old me, I wasn’t fat.
I was chubby, but not fat.