When I stand there fixated by the mirror, please don’t mistake it for vanity. I am not looking in admiration. I do not like what I see. Instead, I am hopelessly longing. Somehow wondering if my body will miraculously morph into something more acceptable if I stare a little longer. I can tell you oneContinue reading “Is this really me?”
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