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Monday, 12 February 2018

Whenever people ask me to pin point the moment my body dysmorphia started, I always tell them I was aged six. This is because there’s a vivid image that’s trapped in my memory. It’s of me, on a summers afternoon. I’m running around in circles in my old back garden, when my mum opens up the door...
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