The Stories that Stretch Marks Tell

It all started in the ninth grade when my arms began to grow at an alarming rate, closely followed by an equally obnoxious growth in my legs. I spent countless nights losing sleep as the stretching pains shot through my muscles to the bone- leaving post-puberty me with awkwardly long arms and legs and a pretty short torso. Not to mention, I towered over most of my Asian acquaintances and I felt like I stuck […]

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