Dear Little One, As I write this, I’m sitting in the makeup aisle of our local Target store. A friend texted me and told me it felt like one of the most oppressive places in the world.
I resisted going to parties, felt uncomfortable in my skin, and only wore loose sweatshirts—every single day.
On the rare occasion your weight cannot be reduced to a problem, you’re forewarned your body size will only worsen. “Don’t expect to look like a Bollywood heroine when you’re older!”
They asked, ‘Are you going to die?’ — the question I had asked myself in the waiting room.