This is a story repeated throughout the years of chubby girls just trying to exist and find someplace they belonged in the Lisa Frank world of the 80s. I had a killer personality and was gifted. Those were my trademarks. And that’s how I felt: that my sister was the homecoming queen while I was the one who would just announce the homecoming court behind a microphone.
College was the absolutely best tonic for my life in that I was removed from the microscope I’d been living under. And, guess what? There were other girls out there in the world like me. Other girls who I bet had to shop at a special store and had x’s on their clothing tags, too. My self esteem skyrocketed in college, but the body dysmorphia would linger. How do you undo 18 years of being told (in not so many words) that you’re fat?
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