Dear Diary, I Hate My Body
<p>If I had a dollar for every time I had thought of or written that phrase down in one of my diaries since I was a child, I would be a millionaire in naira by now.</p>
<p>I have always thought I was fat. I can’t think of a time since I’ve been aware of my body that I didn’t think I was fat.</p>
<p>Even back in secondary school, when I was literally nicknamed “tiny girl” and “ <em>lepa</em>,” I thought everyone was blind. They clearly couldn’t see how fat I truly was.</p>
<p>In year one, I was fat. I know if any of the people who knew me then read this, they would laugh. But even then, I’d stand in front of the mirror trying to bore holes or hopefully melt away that roll or curve that was staring back at me.</p>
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