It's Been a yEaR

How F*cked Is Your Body, Really?


Whether you worked from home or not, odds are you spent a lot of time sitting inside this year. Will our bodies ever recover?
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I am not the woman I once was—by which I mean I am heavier, weaker, achier, more stressed, and generally more burned out than I was when the coronavirus pandemic hit the U.S. one year ago. I have a noticeable patch of wiry white “witch hairs” lining my side part, my jeans no longer button without cutting off my circulation, and for the first time in my life, I need concealer to cover up my dark circles.

Aesthetically, I’m proud to say I really don’t give a shit about these shifts in my body. Maybe it’s the constant reminder of my own mortality or the truly heroic work body-positivity advocates have been doing to silence the specter of the “quarantine 15.” But there are some things I can’t dismiss: a recurring pain in my left hip, a total loss of flexibility, the fact that a brisk walk up a hill now leaves me embarrassingly winded.