As a teen, I dreamed of being a bodiless brain in a jar. A smart, artistically inclined, physically awkward young woman, I shied away from anything that made me think about myself in terms of body. I hid in my loose, formless clothes, refused makeup, and let my hair remain unruly. I looked a little like a hobo, albeit one with excellent oral hygiene.
Ever feel like no matter how much you do or how hard you work you never accomplish anything? That's how I've felt for the last few years. Yes, years. I have teenagers.