Why looking in the mirror traumatized me…

I woke up one morning recently, peeked in the mirror and nearly fainted. Okay, maybe I’m being a lil dramatic here. BUT, it traumatized me. Who was the “she” looking back at me? I couldn’t recognize myself. Had I aged so much since I went to bed the night before? I remember grabbing desperately at my breasts trying to determine if they had suffered through … Continue reading Why looking in the mirror traumatized me…