Ripe for Indoctrination and Thirsty for a Glass of Ice Cold Kool Aid
“Oh, Don. I’m so happy you’re asking. You would be such a powerful witness for Christ.” And she held my hand for a moment that, in my head, was instantly underscored by some awful Christopher Cross song. I was hooked.
body dysmorphia isn’t about what you look like. It’s about what you think you look like.