Why was I so obsessed? Why did cellulite drive me to such lengths? Because every “fit” woman I ever saw in a magazine or on TV was completely devoid of the stuff. Even at my thinnest, which was a frail 90lbs, I still had a few dimples on my thighs. This obsession, along with other body image problems and probably a genetic predisposition, led me to anorexia and bulimia. I know this because for the last twenty years of my life I have thought about, looked at, evaluated, and schemed about how to get rid of this stuff every single day of my life. My left side is much worse than my right. I have a sizeable amount of the dimply stuff on the upper part of my posterior thighs. I’m not talking about one or two dimples either. What is this awful secret? I Have Cellulite I felt that my secret would lead them to believe I was fat, lazy, unfit, gross, and unattractive, or unlovable. I always felt that if anyone found out my secret they would think I was not the person they believed me to be. In fact, I can’t truly say it doesn’t still make me a little embarrassed. It’s one I’ve been trying to cover it up since I was about thirteen.
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