When I was in the Fifth grade we had our first Health class. I remember them weighing us. One by one we filed through the nurses office in paper gowns for a weigh-in and spinal check. I remember simultaneously clutching the open backside of the gown to cover my Cabbage Patch underwear. My other arm was draped across my chest to hide prematurely budding breasts that were normally hidden under large ...
Finding Joy in the everyday
