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&rsquo;t think of a time since I&rsquo;ve been aware of my body that I didn&rsquo;t think I was fat.</p> <p>Even back in secondary school, when I was literally nicknamed &ldquo;tiny girl&rdquo; and &ldquo;&nbsp;<em>lepa</em>,&rdquo; I thought everyone was blind. They clearly couldn&rsquo;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&rsquo;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> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@Rhodarr/dear-diary-i-hate-my-body-2ca313d53bcc"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>
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