When I entered the adult industry, the warped sense of self I already felt was magnified more than I’d ever imagined possible.
I have never been lied to more than when I stare into a mirror.
After an eight mile run and an hour of heavy lifting in the gym, I find myself drenched in sweat, drinking a recovery shake before my full-length mirror. I’m wearing little more than glorified underwear, and I am underwhelmed.