As she walked away, something came over me: I felt ignited, energized.yes, beautiful. She promised to speak out more from that day on. We talked about all the things that kept us silent and shut down. It felt good to hear someone give voice to how she felt inside, she said. She told me that while she was growing up, she had been told to shut up so often she just did it automatically. I was at a meeting in a small town with a group of young women who were reading from my most recent book, a memoir that discussed my history of depression and surviving abuse.Īfter the gathering ended, one of the women approached me. But as 40 approached and my figure, um, filled out, I would look in the mirror and no longer see myself as sexy.
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