REMINDS ME OF A COLLEGE FRIEND—WHAT SHE OFTEN WORE!
The title of this post may seem very ominous; what is it I have overcome? Have I spent the night in a forest to overcome arachnophobia, have I spent the day on the London Eye conquering fears of heights, or have I just spent a good few hours looking at crumpets to rid myself of Trypophobia. No my friends.
I have battled a much less sinister demon. The one they call, jeans.
For many, jeans are an effortless staple, something you can throw on as a fail safe. For me, they’ve been a nightmare. As a slim size 8 18year old battling BDD, I ‘couldn’t bare’ to see my *then none existent* thighs wrapped in the finest denim topshop can buy. I felt jeans drew attention to my legs, my least favourite part of my body, and I couldn’t find a pair that I really liked.
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