Each afternoon when I make myself a cup of tea, I hang in the kitchen. We have a pull-up bar attached to the frame of our doorway. I fill up my mug with water, place it in the microwave (which yes, I ...
It's 2007. I’m 13, and considerably taller than my peers. I have been for years, which means I’ve also been slouching for years (like most people, my childhood was permeated by an acute goal to fit in ...