I remember being made to feel an outsider as I did not fit the mould of what a boy in a PE class “should” be. I was skinny, weak, effeminate, sexually confused and hated being made the centre of attention.
I had created some form of odd ‘anti-identity’. I didn’t define myself by who I was, I did so by proclaiming who I wasn’t!
I’ve been fat since I was a child. I’ve joined weight loss groups, tried fad diets, and been stuck in a cycle of restriction and binging. The latter led to unhealthy relationships with food and bulimia. None of those things made me thin, and they certainly didn’t make me healthy. Most importantly, they made me unhappy. Only when I began to accept myself, as fat, did I begin to find happiness.
36 years, a global pandemic, and three national lockdowns later – and I’ve learned I bloody LOVE the LGBTQ+ community!