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给妈妈信您很“肥”,却很美! 　　Dear Mum， 　　I was seven when I discovered that you were fat， ugly and horrible. Up until that point I had believed that you were beautiful―in every sense of the word. I remember flicking through old photo albums and staring at pictures of you standing on the deck of a boat. Your white strapless bathing suit looked so glamorous， just like a movie star. 　　But all of that changed when， one night， we were dressed up for a party and you said to me，“Look at you， so thin， beautiful and lovely. And look at me， fat， ugly and horrible.” 　　At first I didn’t understand what you meant. 　　“You’re not fat，” I said earnestly and innocently， and you replied， “Yes I am， darling. I’ve always been fat； even as a child.” 　　In the days that followed I had some painful 1）revelations that have shaped my whole life. I learned that： 　　1. You must be fat because mothers don’t lie. 　　2. Fat is ugly and horrible. 　　3. When I grow up I’ll look like you and therefore I will be fat， ugly and horrible too. 　　With every 2）grimace at your reflection in the mirror， every new wonder diet that was going to change your life， and every guilty spoon of “Oh-I-reallyshouldn’t”， I learned that women must be thin to be valid and worthy. Girls must go without because their greatest contribution to the world is their physical beauty. 　　Just like you， I have spent my whole life feeling fat. When did fat become a feeling anyway？ And because I believed I was fat， I knew I was no good. 　　But now that I am older， and a mother myself， I know that blaming you for my body hatred is unhelpful and unfair. I now understand that you too are a product of a long and rich 3）lineage of women who were taught to loathe themselves. 　　Look at the example Nanna set for you. Despite being what could only be described as famine-victim 4）chic， she dieted every day of her life until the day she died at 79 years of age. She used to put on make-up to walk to the letterbox for fear that somebody might see her unpainted fa