As I was writing the previous blog, I had a very visceral memory of trying on wedding dresses for the first time and feeling so utterly uncomfortable in my body that I disassociated to the point where I had an out of body experience.
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I read The Good Body by Eve Ensler in college and I desperately yearned for the kind of self-acceptance it modeled. But I wasn’t there yet. But I got there eventually. As equal parts apology, acknowledgement, and wonder, I want to say a few things about my body. All of them are way overdue.
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