I Grew Up Obsessed With My Body Image & I’m Terrified My Daughter Will, Too

The first time I remember thinking I was fat, I was only 4-years-old. It was right after dance class, and I looked in the mirror at the small fold of skin next to the strap of my leotard, and told my mom I had fat there. When I look back now at photos of myself as such a skinny reed of a kid, and…

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