Child-me slouches, chewing on strands of her hair, and yanking her T-shirt away from her torso. I have trained that sort of behavior out of me, like you might train a puppy not to nip, but deep down, under my spitless hair and straight posture, I am still that animal. I want to gnaw on the cuffs of my sweaters and let my hair drape over my eyes like a curtain.
