Looking back at all these old entries fills me with a sort of sadness that I can't quite describe. It's sort of like the sadness I imagine a parent feels when their kid gets hurt--protectively guilty, as if it was somehow your fault, and wanting so very hard just to wipe away all the hurt and wrap everything up in a Disney-themed Band-Aid ( Read more... )

I'm trying hard to love my body. I really am ( Read more... )

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