I was chubby as a child, and asthmatic. I huffed and puffed a lot. A lot. I also didn’t much look like the kids I grew up with.

I had pale skin — well, paler than the lovely mocha skins of my friends. Mine was the colouring, or lack of colouring, inherited by my mixed heritage — a curious combination of French, English and Zulu.

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