The BruserFactory

Normal  Is Relative

Had I known there was another option...

I didn't know my GWGs didn't have  to be dried on the closeline. All I remember is walking to school like a gingerbread man and wishing my genitals were equally fictitious.

I didn't know I could disagree with my mother's declaration of what was current in fashion. I wore what she bought. I was ten. Eleven. Ok. Twenty one. All I remember is trying to squeeze a self conscious, bullied, shamed, skinny body into jeans which were tight at my knees, thighs, and calves and then loose at my ankles.