Shame Weight, Different Day

I am today-years-old when I have an outloud chat with the weight around my middle. Put on, first, by pregnancy, then restored by wonky midlife hormones, the weight has become an egregious ball and chain. I want a divorce. These are the things I say aloud this morning, standing in my dimestore underpants and bra... Continue Reading →

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