It was my teen years when I became acutely aware that I was, (a) overweight and, (b) didn’t fit the textbook definition of prettiness. 

Envy. It’s one of those emotions we chastise ourselves for. We push the feeling down, and tell ourselves it’s a negative way to think. But what if it's not?

I never looked at it and I never ever touched it. I felt like my body would bust open and I would bleed out if I did.