Jessa

It’s easy for people like Mariah to say “ignore him.”

Because Mariah isn’t me. She isn’t stuck in a body that feels wrong no matter what angle you look at it. She isn’t the girl who hears the word thick and feels it pressing down on her like a weight she can’t throw off.

I hate that word.

I hate the way it echoes in my head when I try on jeans in the dressing room. I hate the way I compare myself to every other girl at school—girls with flat stomachs and legs that look ...