REAL TALK
myself grasping for words to describe my own body. This happens more frequently than I would like to admit. Just the other day, I was trying to tell a friend – a thin friend with a lanky body that can be poured into a bias-cut dress as easily as a poufy one – why I would never buy a wrap dress. “They just don’t look good on people like me, who are …” I resorted to waving my hands over my midsection. My friend knew what I was saying, I knew what I was saying, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually say the word. Fat.
