The first time I remember thinking negatively about my body was in 2nd grade, when I wore stretch pants that I thought made my legs look fat. Shortly after, I started thinking I was too skinny (and my friends thought I was anorexic because I was skinny– not true, never had an eating disorder), until around early high school, when a friend (who was very, very thin naturally) kept calling me fat. She admitted years later that she only called me “fat” because she was jealous that I had a “normal” body. Turns out she was very self-conscious about her own weight and wished she were bigger.