I’m not size zero, nowhere near, and I never will be. But I’m pretty much in the middle of the spectrum: when I got engaged I was a healthy size 12, fit and happy. Sounds great, right? But here’s the catch: I was living in New York, where anything over a size 8 is ‘problematic’, to the point that I was regularly warned by female acquaintances that I’d have real trouble getting a man unless I dropped two dress sizes.

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