My Body Vow
I can't remember when it was, or who said it, but I remember how I felt afterward. I felt stunned. It was like being slapped. I immediately knew that I was the wrong kind of different, not the right one. I remember hating myself every moment I saw myself in a mirror after that. I remember crying a lot. I remember a few years in my early teens where I worked out so hard that my body ached for days. I remember how horrible I felt going into Lane Bryant for the first time because I couldn't find jeans at Sears or JCPenny that fit me right. I remember starving myself, thinking it would make the words and the weight go away. It didn't. Even if I lost the weight, I was always going to remember how it felt. About six months ago, my niece saw the stretch marks on my stomach for the first time and told me they were ugly and that she wasn't going to have them. I went in my room and cried. Not much longer after that, there was an incident where she called a girl in a ma...