Young AdulteryBeing completely uncomfortable in your own body means you live in your head. My brain was my work, my playground, and all of me. I didn’t care to visit or live in the rest. Except, I liked my forearms. Go figure; I have no clue. I was a cutter. I was a rebel. I gloried in not conforming to the rules of nonconformity. I didn’t care what happened to my body, and especially anything to do with the girly bits. First guy that asked me out, I went with. First guy that wanted me, I said yes to.
Other than the body issues, there were two other things at work here. One was the music at the time, the theme of there being one man for every woman. When my first came along, I figured he was it, the one. That was all I’d ever get, the only one who ever wanted me, even though he was in lov
