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My mother called me fat — and then apologised at fifty

By Reem Saleh9 min read

The generations shift slowly. A letter to the women who raised us, and the ones we're raising.

There's a specific grief to being a fat child of a fat mother who wanted better for you — where better meant smaller. I forgave my mother in stages. I'm still working on forgiving the pediatrician.

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My mother called me fat — and then apologised at fifty

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