Please make welcome the lovely Katerina Edwards who is guest posting today. The moment I take off my clothes, the feelings of self-worthlessness creep in. “I think you should lose some weight,” the massage therapist murmurs. Her words hit me right in my fleshy, untoned, cortisol-bellied stomach, right in the most sensitive, guarded and protected part of… Read More
Getting dressed is the first step. A pair of stretchy legging with enough substance to hold me in. A sports bra that still fits and a singlet with built in support. I have boobs now that need restraining. I put on my socks and sneakers. I look in the mirror and ignore the judging voice that says I look so much bigger than the last time I wore these clothes.