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No filters, no excuses, no judgement.
And yes, I say this even with bright blue varicose veins and dimples on my legs.
My struggle with anorexia was long and draining and not something I ever want my 9-year-old daughter to endure.
When my son asked me why my belly was "dripping over my underpants when I bent over," I was too tired to respond, but I did. I had to.
My highest weight was 139 pounds -- when I was 9-months-pregnant. I still see myself as fat.
I alone have kept the shapewear manufacturers in business, but not anymore.