Without warning, my eyes turn again to magnifying glasses

Beautiful blue irises turned demonic red

Zzoom: 150%

Stop, please stop.

Andrea Humphries, our resident bibliophile (and a board member), writes a monthly post about what she’s learned from the books she’s reading. Today, she’s here with what she learned in April:

Andrea Humphries, our resident bibliophile (and a board member), writes a monthly post about what she’s learned from the books she’s reading. Today, she’s here with what she learned in March:

Ask any woman what she’s feeling when she enters a bridal store and you’re likely to get a wide array of answers. Excitement. Nerves. Happy tears. Sad tears. Joy.

But what you are also likely to hear, if you asked certain women and told them they could be completely honest with you, is an emotion you may be surprised by: fear.

“I just can’t do it anymore.”

The year is 2005, and with tear-stained eyes I slowly began unpacking my feelings of self-hate and ugliness to a loving friend. I refused to live one more day in the life pursuing a thin-ideal so I could succeed at something I loved.

Andrea Humphries, our resident bibliophile (and a board member), writes a monthly post about what she’s learned from the books she’s reading. Today, she’s here with what she learned in February: