For as long as I can remember, I have been hounded to “eat more” and “finish all your food”. The type of food didn’t matter – I was offered chips, doughnuts and fried food to help me put on weight.
“Ow, you’re so pokey, you bag of bones,” my mother would exclaim when I sat on her lap as a child.
In primary school, I was placed on the “milk programme” in my school. Every recess, underweight children like me would meet at the assigned canteen table, be handed a packet of milk to drink before we were allowed to buy food. But the milk made me too full to eat after.
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