Growing up, I was always the biggest kid in school – and the biggest ballet dancer in the mirror, uncomfortably fiddling with my tight leotard.
I was chubby, and classmates called me ‘Emmie the elephant’. It hurt.
No one looked like me – not in the films I loved, or in the illustrations of the Disney books I cherished.
Growing up in the ’90s and early ’00s, every Disney princess and heroine looked skinny: Belle, Aurora, Snow White, Jasmine, Cinderella, Pocahontas, Mulan, Ariel, Esmeralda, Jane, Meg.
Every. Single. One. That is, except, until now.