Fade to Pink

Over the summer, I watched my mother get ready to go out with friends. She stood in front of me, smoothing her top, and asked if she looked all right. She looked fine. (By fine I mean eh.) “Come on,” I said. I pulled out a hot-pink blouse hanging in her closet. We dug out some…

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

I am not, nor have I ever been, a classic beauty.  Over the years the body parts subjected to my disdain, dissatisfaction and scorn have been many and varied.  My nose, my freckles, my knees.  My gummy smile, my fine hair, lack of boobs, saggy boobs, stretch marks, short waist, cellulite.  I am harsh lines…