Ever since I was a little girl, I was picked on and called names like string bean, daddy long legs, shrimp or toothpick. I remember feeling more sorry for the people feeling the need to call me these things than I did for myself. I was happy with my body. I was a strong athlete in gymnastics, tennis, and dressage. I used my skinniness to my advantage to reach under sofas, sleep under my own bed frame, dart between crowds and reach to the high cabinet.
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