This morning, a cold, unrelenting rain descends onto the atmosphere. The skies are dark, overwhelming, and sad. And I'd like to swim in a pool of French fries and cupcakes while I sob myself to a fitful sleep. Needless to say, it's obvious that I loathe days like this. I'd love to tell you that I'm someone who …
Products from Heaven: Fits Like a Dove.
Here's the real, no-holds barred truth about Your Square Peg: she sweats like a chocolate pig. There's no other way to say it. Ever since I woke up one morning a million years ago and discovered the monster known as--shudder--puberty, the sweat glands opened up, got to work, and decided to work overtime every single day. …
younger.
This speaks to me. When I was younger, especially in my teens and a large part of my twenties, I was desperate for someone in my life who could pull me through. Through those moments when loving myself was non-factor. When I would look in the mirror and loathe the girl looking back at me. When I …
Straighten Up and Fly Right.
Let's talk about posture, shall we? When your Square Peg was a precocious tween, I used to walk around the house with a book on my head like the photo to your left. But it had nothing to do with posture. It was just the excitement of getting from one side of the room to …
This Square Peg. 