About five months ago, when I was in one of my self-critical moods, thinking I wasn’t adequate enough or as good looking or thin as some other women, I decided to go for a run by the beach. While music from my iPod pumped through my headphones, thoughts in my mind circled round and round…
I live in New York City. I can’t walk down a street without seeing images of perfect-looking women; magazine and store ads with beautiful, waifish women glisten on taxis, buses and billboards. When you are faced with that kind of pressure to fit into an ideal, it can be impossible to love the body God…