A woman stands naked in front of a full-length mirror. Her brow furrows.
I was bullied mercilessly growing up. It wasn’t until middle school when I was in class with the other smart kids that I started really having any friends. Having someone to defend me meant a lot, even though the teasing continued. Yes, I am smart. Yes, I am fat. Yes, I do have hairy legs. Yes, my accent was different from that of my classmates. The difference is that none of those things actually (should) impact my ability to be loved. None of those things make me an inherently bad person. And that is what no one ever told me when I was 12 years old.
It’s the new year and a time when a lot of people are making New Year’s Resolutions, and a common one is always dieting. I, on the other hand, have never been big on dieting. I love food and I find when I try to count calories that I just end up obsessed with food […]