Why I Used to Hate My Body

“Don’t worry. You’ll fill out.” I can’t remember who told me this, but I held onto it like a God-breathed promise. I wanted to feel full. Filled-out. Like a Build-a-Bear teddy. Freshly fluffed. I know this will make your eyes roll. But believe me when I say, in middle school, I felt—and was told—that I was too skinny. It didn’t matter that skinny girls thrived … Continue reading Why I Used to Hate My Body