For much of my life, my body has been enemy number one. I have felt trapped in this cage of flesh my whole life.
I dressed it up like a temple.
I treated it like a battleground.
Scared and alone, I was sitting in the public phone booth on the first floor of my sophomore dorm at college, looking through the yellow pages for abortion clinics. It was 1982, and there were no cell phones yet, no google, and not many clinics where I was in upstate New York. The phone booth was a dark…