I have Body dysmorphic disorder There has always been something wrong with my face. There was a time when I’d be able to sit in front of a mirror for hours on end and make note of every imperfection I could find. My nose was too big. My eyes were too small. I’d look at […]
The Voices of BDD
In this series I will be searching for voices. Those voices who suffer from BDD, the ones scattered across the ether. I hear their voices, because they have been mine, they make rounds in my head. Alone, we suffer in self-hate, but together our voices can take shape. Even in disgust, we can find love, […]