When I was in middle school, I became obsessed with high fashion. I spent countless hours practicing the pronunciation of designer names like Monique Lhuillier and Yohji Yamamoto, reading magazine articles on “the bold shapes and colors of this season’s dresses!”, and of course, watching model after model parade down the runway.
I became convinced that to be desirable—and to wear the beautiful clothes I coveted—I had to be tall and thin. But I’m short and athletic. My self-esteem plummeted.
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