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May 06, 2021
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Walking up the steps, I had my passport ready in hand.
Please fit, please fit, I prayed, nervously finding my seat on the plane.
It was August 2018, and I was heading to New York with my family to celebrate my parents silver anniversary.
Only, in this particular moment, instead of excitement, I was filled with dread.
Weighing in at 23st, as I found my seat, I fretted whether I’d fit or need an extender belt.
We’d had the holiday booked for months, but the majority of my research had been around my weight and whether I’d need an extender belt.
I was humiliated just at the thought and I’d kept my feelings to myself.
As I slid into my seat next to my sister, thankfully I managed to fit.
Only, now was
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