I’ve struggled with body image for as long as I can remember. I grew up in the 80s and 90s, when women survived on grapefruit, SlimFast and diet pills. I never taped “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” to the refrigerator, but only because it already kept a permanent room in my head.
It was an era when “heroin chic” was the ideal body, and Nicole Richie got told, to her face, that she looked “thicker,” with the helpful…
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