Walking out of the changing rooms for my swimming lesson, I sucked in my tummy.
Heard taunts from other children lined up by the pool.
‘Fatty,’ one sneered. Quickly getting in the water, I tried not to cry.
I was only 10, and wasn’t even overweight.
I was an early developer, had already started puberty.
Self-conscious, I’d feel lumpy in my uniform standing next to my lean classmates.
Then, at 13, I noticed cellulite on my thighs.
Started counting calories.
Even took up smoking, sneaking off at break times.
If I’m smoking, I’m not, I thought.
