With the start of the new year, many people resolve to go on diets. But please don't share every detail of your diet with me. I have my own diet: cookies
In 2002, I was the type of elementary school kid who was keenly aware of and dependent on the transformative power of shapewear. I wasn’t even 10, but I knew that I didn’t look the way a girl was supposed to look was I even a girl with a gut like this? I didn’t know. I did know that SlimFast made you dizzy, that Dr. Siegel’s famous Cookie Diet tasted like crap, and LeanSpa was a scam. I drank energy drinks marketed as meal replacements and developed a healthy fear of guarana. A bully whom I’ll neither forgive nor forget once described me as “a rolling sea of flesh waves,” and one whose name has long escaped me once pulled me aside and said, “Everyone thinks you look pregnant, are you?”
The real estate agent, from Melbourne, tipped the scales at 91.6kg at her heaviest after overindulging on sugary snacks, soft drinks and large portions of food.