That’s when it started in my stomach, this almost burning sensation that gradually moved to my chest, up my neck and face and scalp. I’m on fire, I thought. Who here would set me on fire?
(Graphic: Kat Borosky/TueNight.com) My first fashion-related memory is of my dad taking me shopping for my first pair of glasses. My mom — perhaps unwisely — had opted to stay… Read More