The Typography of My Thighs

I am 40 years old.  I am 5’9 and have weighed between 120 and 147lbs since the age of 17, which is when I first remember weighing myself without being told to stand on the scale by a doctor or nurse.  Fine, you’d think.  That’s healthy.

But something told me it wasn’t ok to love my perfectly tall and thin body.   Continue reading

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Join the Conversation: November Edition

When you were 18, what did you imagine your future would look like? How close does your life today come to that vision?

Fear.  Certainty. Uncertainty. Excitement.  Expectations.  Assumptions.  This is us at 18.  We took certain things for granted, not knowing how to get there.  We feared a lot of things that we would survive.  We wanted to be grown up without having a clear idea of what that meant. Continue reading