I’ve been thinking about body image a lot lately, along with a question that keeps bubbling to the surface of my mind. I want to ask every woman I meet (all those who identify as women)–

How old were you when your body got hijacked?

Maybe this didn’t happen to you, but I think many females in our society have a similar experience. First, there was your Age of Innocence. You were a child, with a body, and you were just basically You. You lived mostly in the present moment, you played and laughed and cried and slept and didn’t really think about having a body. It just Was.

And then, something happened– Continue reading