Guest Writer: Stephanie Cochrane
As a preteen girl on the frantic cusp of puberty, the worst thing to shop for was pants. I grew to my current height of five feet eight inches at the age of twelve, with nary a fat cell to soften my bones. In the era of low-rise jeans (so low they almost had a zipper) my hip bones jutted into my waistband so aggressively that I often had friction burns…
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3 months ago · 1 like · Brenna Brimer and Stephanie H Cochrane
