Learning to Love My “Thunder Thighs” – A Short Nonfiction Story

My poor brother. One day, as our family gathered on my parents’ back porch in the summer, he dared to jokingly say something about my thunder thighs. He didn’t mean any harm by it; he was only lovingly teasing me. But I’d heard about it enough in high school, especially as a cheerleader who had… Read More Learning to Love My “Thunder Thighs” – A Short Nonfiction Story