It’s the year of the bikini in my house, and I am dreading this summer.
I get it that middle-school girls wake up one day, discover they have curves and, damn, they’re proud. Self-awareness and sexuality are part of growing up. So is self-absorption.
I admit that I did plenty of mirror-gazing at this age – hours and hours spent singing Delta Dawn and Billy Don’t Be a Hero with my electric toothbrush. But that was in the privacy of my family’s bathroom. I didn’t have 668 followers checking out my selfies on Instagram.
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