We all have a thing.
For some, it’s the abs. For others, the jawline, the waist, the hair, the skin, the teeth. Whatever it is, it becomes an obsession. A symbol of who we wish we were. And, more painfully, who we believe we need to be in order to be loved.
We call it “getting in shape,” “glowing up,” “taking care of ourselves.” But often, beneath the sur…