The knowledge that nearly everyone around me is more afraid of looking like me than they are of a virus that has rapidly killed thousands of people clings to my skin like a wet rag.
It’s uncomfortable, but it seems to be an unavoidable, inescapable reality. In a world where my body is viewed as a pre-existing condition, it's sometimes hard to fall in love with yourself.Gazing at the body before me as I critically assess myself in the full-length mirror I finally bought, I have a sense of