When I first arrived home, I went up into my childhood room to unpack my things. As I stared into the fisheye mirror that hung on my bedroom wall, I thought to myself, "Perhaps this was a contributing factor to my low self-esteem and poor body image growing up." Either way, looking into that distorted exaggeration of reality, at that specific moment, felt appropriate - like I was about to enter "that" world.
*this is an excerpt from my cancer memoir CAR DEALER'S DAUGHTER
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As if we don't carry enough self-distortions as it is.
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