BY MEAVE GALEA AND FELICITY ROBINSON
We quickly learnt the trademarks, trials and tribulations of office life: the daily commute and the smug feeling when you manage to bring in a homemade lunch.
One friend reported that come lunchtime at her job at a glossy magazine, the conversations between her superiors instantly turned to how fat they look and feel and the best carb-free diet du jour.
These are smart, powerful, interesting women in their 30s and 40s attaching shame to their bodies and the food they eat in the same way that we did as teenagers.
It was the first time I had ever seen diverse bodies with scars, stretchmarks and lopsided boobs. They were beautiful images, and it felt like a revelation.
I simply cannot imagine entering a conversation about the new fad-diet worth trying.
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