There's a post-it note stuck on my mirror. I see it every morning when I stumble into the bathroom, my face crisscrossed with sleep lines, my cowlick asserting itself. I see that purple note when I lean in close to the mirror to put on my make-up, hiding and highlighting. And I see it again at … Continue reading Trapped Inside
It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was trying to will myself to hold a plank for 10 more seconds. My arms shook and drops of sweat made jagged circles on my yoga mat.* From the screen in front of me a chiseled blond spoke chipper words of encouragement while I grumbled expletives under my … Continue reading No More Bikini Body!