You Are The Walrus
A lech at the neighborhood gate, an unwanted embrace, and the exact moment two versions of myself, one starving for validation and one that knows better, went to war.
It’s Swimsuitphobia Season!
A floss bikini in a celebrity style column sent me straight back to the mustard yellow pageant humiliation of 1983. My relationship with swimsuits has always been complicated.
Reverse Body Dysmorphia
Every time I pass the staff bathroom mirror I think — is that really what other people see? On growing up told my worth was my appearance, and what that costs.
