‘Run fatty – run!’
My face flushed red as I looked at my wide-fit trainers pounding the pavements. I could hear girls cackling nearby. I was 17, and I was a fat runner.
I’d just started running and it’s safe to say I didn’t look like your average runner. I was a size 14, with 36DD boobs. Yes, I had thunder thighs and enough support in my bra to cushion an earthquake – but why should it stop me?
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