We know they obsess over our bodies. But have you heard them obsess about theirs? Ted Spiker breaks the code of silence and takes you where no woman has gone before.
Dressed only in my underwear, I’m eight years old and sitting on the pediatrician’s exam table, waiting for my checkup. My mother points to the two mounds of fatty flesh between my chest and belly. She asks the doctor, “Could they be tumors?”
“No,” he says, “it’s just fat.”
Since that day, my fat has absorbed more darts than the back wall of a bar. Read More>>>