I first saw them in middle school. I think I was sitting
cross-legged, and I saw them in my inner thigh, and
I was like, "that's weird," and I asked my sister, and
she was like "it means you're growing!" So I was all
excited. And then freshman year of high school, I
put on a shirt that had a little arc by the hips, and I
noticed I had love handles, that was the first time I
really noticed them, and that's when I started to be
down about myself. So high school was pretty
rough, and then junior year I started to realize that
other things in my life mattered besides my body,
like I started to realize I was funny, so I started doing
more stuff that made me happy. And then when I
came to Carleton, I have sort of accepted them, and
if people comment on them I'm just like, "yeah, I
got 'em, what's it to you?" But I try to be positive,
like I work at a girls' camp, and I have fifteen-year
old campers, and they complain about their bodies
nonstop, and it's a little ridiculous. So I try to reel
them back in, sort of think about the good stuff.