The Big Bad Body Image

I guess you could call me muscular. It wasn’t until I was in fourth or fifth grade, when you start that semi-awkward phase before the official puberty-ridden awkward phase that I became less lean and more full. Full breasts, full hips, full legs; I was full or “filling out,” as that antiquated phrase suggests.

Megan FebuaryDecember 17, 2021eating disorder, body image Comment

An Open Letter to My Body

Dear Body of Mine, I owe you an apology. I have not liked you.

Guest UserNovember 30, 2020body image, women writers, women's health Comment

Too

I remember the first time someone told me that my body was too heavy.