A nearby storefront reminds me of my present heart’s struggle.
Eight months ago when I started writing here, I was having a hard time nailing down what I wanted to say. Of all things I knew intimately, the last thing that I wanted to write about was body image. I was scared to be vulnerable about my past. I was even more terrified that vulnerability might lead to change. I might change some of my own controlling behaviors that I had masked as healthy and necessary. [Read more…] about Mine