As a teenager, I was convinced I was choosing to be fat because I was too weak, too undisciplined to be thin.

As a teenager, I was convinced I was choosing to be fat because I was too weak, too undisciplined to be thin.

The first time we had sex it was sweaty, and sensual, and hot. But we weren’t alone. Despite all my one-woman pride parade confidence, the male gaze had slipped back into the bedroom, as if for a horrible threesome I’d never asked for.

The way another woman’s body mirrored my own had brought me a sense of comfort before, but here I was with a woman more conventionally attractive than me. By which, of course, I mean she was much thinner. Read more