Pregnancy is often talked about as a miraculous experience, but for now, eating for one is more than enough for me
I’ve always been funny about food. As a toddler, I’d refuse to eat if my food wasn’t arranged just so on my Babar plate. At 15, I got food poisoning, spent two days throwing up, and realised I liked the emptiness. When I had a growth spurt and people started saying I could model, I liked it even more.
My BMI dipped to 15.4 toward the end of high school, but at university I was happy simply maintaining my size 8 figure rather than whittling it down further. Moving in with my partner at 25, I stopped weighing myself altogether. It was freeing, living without the daily intrusion of numbers.
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