Saturday, 13 August 2016
I was about eight years old when I first noticed by 'chubby' stomach. We were going to a wedding and my mum- in all of her desperate attempts to make us stand out at the upcoming family vs family bitchfest- seemed frazzled that nothing was fitting me. It was then when I attended my weekend gymnastics class that I finally understood why other girls would gather in groups to laugh and point at me. It also dawned at me as to why I wasn't as fast as them, as flexible, as agile and as elegant in my routines as them. I was too big- 'One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.- Virginia Woolf
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