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Every year, the warming weather reminds us that we have bodies and will soon be called upon to display them.

I feel truly conflicted about Mother’s Day. I do enjoy flowers and cards, but attaching the word “mother” or “mom” to something is like tying a bowling ball to it; such is the weight of the baggage and social pressure that comes along for the ride.

Earlier this year, the internet was gripped by a fauxtroversy that pitted Gen-Z TikTokers against skinny jean-wearing, side part-having millennials.