He dreamt I was bodybuilder Kay Baxter. A bikinied beauty, yes, but not the figure I would have wanted to represent me at age 10.

The body teeters on a fulcrum, one base pair away from disaster.

If I am alive now, it is because love will not stop flaying me open.

A bold choice to name an album after a song that was going to be hard to perform or get radio play.

The voice from our body, after all, is just a cover for the voice inside our head.

Will someone someday read this and know she was beautiful and good and kind?