Today’s Adventures of #JustJacQuaye...  Confession… I’ve suffered from body dysmorphia for decades!  When I was 140, a size 10, slim in all the right places and thick where it counted, I’d look in the mirror every single day and think I was fat! #BodyDysmorphia After gaining 60 pounds during my first high-risk pregnancy and getting down to 170 (in which I almost died from childbirth and had a six-month grueling recovery process that included a month long stay in the hospital), I was even fatter AND my stomach was nasty AND my breasts were saggy. #BodyDysmorphia I realized recently that years of molestation as a child brought about severe body shaming and an incredible lack of self-worth. That set me up to accept almost two decades of bondage with the men that I entrusted my heart, mind and body to (folks I actually called husbands 🙄, who made sure to tell me regularly that I was fat, ugly, undesirable and how they could have any other woman of their choosing (and did have other women