Everyone taking the ‘skinny shot’ was losing weight, but my scales didn’t change. My inner dialogue became toxic
I’m 46 years old and I have been on a diet since I was 11.
For as long as I can remember, eating has given me comfort. As a kid, I lied to my friends’ parents so I could eat a second dinner at their house. I’ve never wanted just one cookie – I’d eat 12 and only stop when I felt physically ill, and sometimes not even then. In nearly every photo of me as a teenager I’m wincing, sucking in my stomach, trying to pose.
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