I Owe You An Apology for My Body

I love how the dress cinches my waist and the way it falls over my hips. I’m three inches taller in my neutral-heeled sandals, making me close to my husband’s height. I rest my right arm on his shoulder and smile because I’m usually reaching up to him. I turn toward him, tilt my head and place my left hand on my hip in the classic photo pose. We laugh a little as we pose on our deck with our lush yard behind us and a handful of colorful plastic Adirondack chairs flanking our sides, however, it’s warm in the summer sun and we are going to be late for a dinner party. <a href="https://medium.com/modern-women/i-owe-you-an-apology-for-my-body-63f8d387ab36">Learn More</a>