As I write this, I’m facing a countdown to getting my wisdom teeth removed.
Confession: I’ve sent nude photos. They were a handful of pictures of my breasts—all slightly out of focus but clear in their revealing nature—which I sent to my then-boyfriend.
Excited. Anxious. Relieved. Heartbroken. Generally content about it all. They’re all states I found myself in at least once—if not simultaneously—during the writing of this here Lettitor. If we’re to be completely honest with each other, I’ve been putting it off for a while.