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  • When I was thirteen I returned home from summer camp twenty pounds heavier than I had been before. My mother put me on a strict diet of mainly protein and vegetables with no carbohydrates. After suffering stomach pain lack of concentration at school, and depression our doctor told my mother that it was in appropriate to put a girl of my age through such a strict regime.

    Of course, I immediately starting eating the food that I had missed for a whole year. Chocolate, cakes and peanut butter sandwiches. And put all the weight back on again.

    It was an exciting year because my sister was going to be married. I loved being involved with the design of her dress and all the reception arrangements.

    Then it came to choosing the bridesmaids.

    "You are too fat to be her bridesmaid," my mother told me, "just look at M's wedding photos; her cousin S spoiled them all because she looked so huge next to the bride."

    I took her opinion on board and tried to stay in the background when photos were taken of the wedding couple.

    In the car going home after the reception my mother told me;

    "You realize how expensive the whole wedding was for me. We will definitely not put on a wedding like that for you Diane."

    That is when I planned to leave home.
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