Chat Specials|March 2017
Who cares what people say online – I love pole dancing!
As a little girl, I was a ballet dancer. I loved prancing around in my leotard.
But before I hit my teens, all that changed.
As well as dancing, I loved my food – and it started to show.
Soon, I felt too self-conscious to show my chubby bits, so I packed in my ballet lessons.
But my love of food didn’t slow down. I’d feed my cravings for salty bags of crisps three times a day.
With red hair, and tall for my age, you couldn’t miss me when I walked into a room.
By age 16, I’d ballooned to a size 16.
‘Fatty!’ the bullies sneered.
Once, some lads threw unlit fireworks at me, jeering as I fled.
I felt so ashamed, I began covering my curves in baggy T-shirts and jeans.
At 18, I met John, then 28, in a nightclub.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he told me.
But I couldn’t see it.
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