On vulnerable eating moments
Have we not all experienced things in life that prompted us to say, “That was not my proudest moment” …or something similar?
Here, I’ll go first.
Nineteen years old, walking the campus of my university with a double eye infection (I wore contacts at the time) holding a single lens from my glasses up to one of my eyes (my glasses were broken to literal pieces) just to try and see where I was going. (more…)