
For a period of time now, I have been attempting to find the correct words to articulate myself in an honest, coherent and powerful way. One that will resonate with people beyond those who can sympathise purely from experience alone. One that will not be disregarded because of my face value body image.
Growing up, I was the youngest of three girls and, unfortunately, I was very much privy to questionable language regarding my body and my weight from an extremely impressionable age. Powerful adjectives such as big, bigger, fat and chubby were just a small fraction of my mother’s vocabulary she chose when discussing not only my weight, but my sister’s and mere stranger’s. The same woman who found hopping on and off of scales as natural and easy as packing our health-conscious lunchboxes every day. I wasn’t even a teenager.
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By the age of 15, I can confidently say without exaggeration that if I had learnt to love and nurture anything of importance, my body was bottom of the list, in fact, I don’t think it would have made the list at all.
I’ve always been a petite woman, I’m five feet tall and completely lacking any of the curves that we celebrate so fiercely today. And so we should; overdue is an understatement.