i wake up one morning and say, “shit. this is what i look like.” i know something then. something about myself. perhaps i always have. i know i’m not what i could be if i dared not to care what others thought of me. i know that my fundamentals will remain stashed in my slacks for the rest […]

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i think there’s a part of me that will always struggle with my ugliness. i have had a poor body image for nearly my entire life. once i was old enough to figure out that i didn’t resemble the other children, i felt a great shame. that shame has never quite gone away although there are times that […]

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