Do you know what, I have no idea.
I was an athlete as a child, so was super-fit. I remember doing my conditioning and watching my stomach muscles change shape, so I must have had a 6 pack, i just didn’t know it as such.
However I was strong and muscly, not super skinny thin as was ideal in the 70’s. I had a drip drip drip from my mum (very weight aware and will always comment) about sounding like an elephant when I ran, having big “piano” hands- for lifting, not playing! and not “knowing my own strength”.
I was always compared to my naturally taller and thinner sister. When i hit puberty i did that grow out, then up thing, so I would have my food intake monitored while my sister ate cake and sweets.
There are a couple of photos of me and I don’t think I look fat at all. Maybe in my early teens I wasn’t whippet thin, but not overweight.
But in my head I am “big”, and always have been. I see a big person in the mirror. Interestingly, i have been 8st and 11.5 st at my current height, and to me, my body looked no different. Still big.
Deep down I kind of knew i wasn’t fat, but all the little comments over rode that. People said i was big, heavy, couldn’t run etc, so I must have been. Only once have i ever been called slim, when a colleague found out i was pregnant and said she had suspected as i was normally so “lovely and slim”. I nearly cried.
I never, ever comment on anyone’s size. Ever.