Where her legs were thin branches that could rest beside one another, mine were sprawling tree trunks I could only bring together with effort. The size of one of my legs took up the same width as both of hers. There was the time my kindergarten best friend and I were in the backseat of her mom’s car, and I glanced over to see her sitting with her thighs easily pressed together. I recognized this in small moments, but it didn’t feel too significant.
Before I learned my body was fat, all I knew was I was a little bigger than other kids my age.
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