Lots to unpack here and I’m gonna save most of it for my lovely therapist, Ryn, on Wednesday night. But I will say this, the first time I ever wore a v-neck dress on stage at church the pastor told me to cover up. I had no titties, and I still don’t. I was a “chest as flat as your back” type bitch. So when he said “it draws your eyes down” I said “to what? Why are you looking?” And I stand by that protest to this day. Anywaysss who doesn’t love a little #religioustrauma recap??