In which I eat a strawberry—and consider: Can we beat evil before we destroy the ozone layer? Alphabet Meditation II: B is for Barbarism.
For the first time, I wore whatever I liked and dressed to highlight my bump, where I’d previously tried to hide any fat or dimple. Instead of crash dieting, which I’d been doing since I was 11, I ate entirely for health, and pleasure where I was able. My mind, however, did not hold up so well.
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