My mother had to carry me out of a department store dressing room many years ago when I kept picking and pulling at my stomach until I started to literally bruise and bleed.
body dysmorphia
body dysmorphia
I knew there had to be a happy medium between channeling my usual “Sunday Afternoon Lesbian” and “quietly masculine bassist in a fringe-alternative band.”
body dysmorphia
Part 2 in the ongoing saga of the ill-fitting Anthropologie dress! PLUS, Body dysmorphia!
