Deconstructing Faith and Body Issues One Truth at a Time

The dress was white with blue flowers. It was a simple long shift dress in standard late nineties fashion, with a slight cling and wide tank top like straps. When I tried it on and looked in the mirror of the dressing room, I cried. My stomach was rounded instead of flat and I crumpled under waves of self-loathing.
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