As Jennifer Lawrence cried perfect, beautiful tears of rage onscreen, her home in ash and rubble around her, my gaze settled lower down on something inside the theater: my legs. Tessa and I were sitting in the prime seats in the front row of the back section at the AMC, our feet propped up on the bar in front of us, and for the first time I could remember I had a moment of positive revelation; my legs are normal-sized , I thought, with so much surprise that the moment was instantly notable. For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt abnormally large. For much of my life, reality was at least mostly in line with this self-assessment – I was larger than average, or at least larger than any person I knew. Later, as I got smaller, I still felt massive. It took me years to force myself to believe that my idea of my body was out of proportion to how ‘freakish’ I actually was. And even then, reality was often on the side of my negative perspective, proving t
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