My Husband Gifted Me a Crop Top
How a minuscule piece of clothing smashed my body image misogyny
It seemed innocent. A neatly folded piece of lilac fabric surrounded by shreds of wrapping paper. I looked up at my husband and smiled. His love language was gifts of love, and he always selected his presents thoughtfully.
But when I held up the shirt, half of it was missing. It wasn’t quite a sports bra, but it wasn’t…