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  • When I was younger my dad kept telling me I needed to lose weight, even though I didn’t. My mom on the other hand would constantly tell me that I was the prettiest girl in the world and she got really angry when he started.

    Unlike many I guess, I always believed my mother.

    Years went by and I actually got too fat. But no matter what was said, my mom would not hear a word about it. She would get defensive and remind people that I was the most beautiful and amazing girl in the world.

    And like before I believed her, never doubting my beauty and excellence for a second.

    I tried once to look even better by going to the gym but that didn’t last for long.

    Then I got interested in biking. I started to train almost every day and took part in competitions. My mom came with me to one in Indonesia and when she saw me doing well on the flat road but struggling up the hills due to the fact that I was heavier than the other girls, she said with a firm voice “Kristin, you really need to lose weight. Then you’ll come back next year and win this.”

    That’s the thing with mothers; they really know when to push.
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