Maybe You’re Not Going Crazy
It was a downright heavy day, and I couldn’t pinpoint why. I couldn’t find an explanation for the heavy feelings of dread, self-loathing, and hopelessness that consumed me out of nowhere. I was sobbing as I grabbed my prayer journal to process this with Jesus.
Why Don't I Look Like That?
This type of book would either come through the mail in a plain brown wrapper or be purchased at an adult bookshop. I know it was easy for me to find them in my parents' closet. I wanted to be beautiful and desirable like those picture book women. Why don't I look like that?