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The summer of 2019 was officially one of the worst ones ever.
I hated my body the entire time.
Every time I wore shorts, I felt like my butt was hanging out of them.
Every time I wore a swimsuit, I felt like I was wearing one 20 sizes too small.
Every time I left my house, I was terrified of what people would think of me.
I was terrified that people would judge me.
I now had a gap between my thighs.
My tummy was completely flat.
But I couldn't see it.
I didn't see any of it.
I sometimes wonder now how I could have missed it.
I guess I was kind of pretty then.
Prettier than I am now.
My mum and my sister would often comment on my slim figure.
However I just ignored them.
I wasn't as thin as they made out I was.
I was fat.
Fat, fat, fat, fat, FAT.
That's all I could see when I looked in the mirror.
I tried to eat less and exercise more, but it was so hard with my family around all the time.
If something was optional, I never ate it. I tried to avoid things like ketchup and salad dressing especially.
If I had the chance to walk to the shops etc, I would go because it burned off extra calories.
I didn't track everything I ate at this point, but I was quite aware of it.
And quite aware of how every mouthful added more fat to my body.
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Skinny Girl
Random*TRIGGER WARNING* Please don't read this if you have suffered (or are suffering) with an eating disorder. It's not good for you, and I don't want to hurt you. I do NOT encourage any of this behaviour. I know how awful it is, but sometimes you just...
