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I Get Knocked Down.

In high school, I wasn’t exactly what you’d call one of the “popular girls.”

I don’t know. It probably had something to do with my frizzy hair… purple braces… geeky glasses… lack of fashion sense… tendency to blink during photos.

Take your pick. Read the rest of this gem…

There Are Probably Too Many Bras In This Post.

When I was probably around 14 or 15, I remember opening a Christmas gift from my grandma. Or maybe it was from my mother. Or probably, more realistically, it was a collaborative gift from the two of them, designed at a minimum to humiliate, and at its worst to force me into the terrifying realm of early adulthood. Read the rest of this gem…