I’ve learned a lot of lessons since choosing a writing career, but there’s one thing that really surprised me (although I suppose it shouldn’t have). I have gotten far more interest in my body than I have in my books.
Now, friends, I’ve tried to combat this as honestly as I could. I’m married. I have four children. I’m fat and fairly common looking. I tell people this not because I have low self esteem. I’m just blunt and realistic.
Now, I know that somebody out there is going, “Well, you get what you gets, Aems. Don’t show pictures of your legs/body/neckline/the pudgy area under your arms and bra.” That’s a choice I leave for every woman, but you see, I grew up covering myself. Guess what? It didn’t protect me. I spent years and years being the good girl, and got hurt over and over because of it.
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