THE PROBLEM WITH PRETTY
MY ENTIRE LIFE, I have felt as if I’m under a microscope. For as long as I can remember, people have always felt it has been their right to comment openly about my appearance — and that imposes an enormous amount of pressure. It has been constant, from when I was tiny, right up to now, with the many online trolls a career in commentary seems to attract.
From a young age, I absorbed the message that I was never elegant enough, thin enough or feminine enough. I resented being put into dresses and then told I couldn’t sit certain ways because it wasn’t “ladylike”. I loathed having long hair and having
