I used to be thin and beautiful. I know you’re not supposed to say you’re good-looking if you are, but f*** it – I was gorgeous. Men did things for me, I got free stuff, I got out of traffic tickets – you name the privilege and I got it. Then I turned 30. I started getting fat, my skin started breaking out all over (face, back, chest, upper arms), I started growing thick, black hairs on and under my chin, and I started getting purple stretch marks. I got depressed, which made me eat terrible food, which made me fatter, which made my skin problems worse… and so on. I see photos of myself and cringe. All I see in the mirror is something I thought I’d never become.