It was a powder blue strapless crepe bridesmaid dress that was the final straw. When my sister-in-law emailed me a link to the dress I was to wear to my brother’s wedding, I sat in front of my computer and wept for roughly twenty minutes. I called my mom crying, and she said I was […]
Read moreMy Breasts: A Caress, Not a Mouthful
After the summer of 2014, twenty-three-year-old me watched my C cup breasts disappear into barely A’s. I had failed my then dreams and was punishing my first world problem with a first world solution: guilt, specifically guilting myself into not eating. I didn’t think I deserved to eat because I had failed at a nightmare […]
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