One recent morning during my walk around the seawall trail at Fort McHenry, I noticed a young woman up ahead having a cellphone conversation. I never saw her face, but from the rear she appeared toned and trim, a pigtail of healthy brown hair falling to mid-back. She was wearing a stylish sleeveless white top, black spandex pants, and expensive cross-training shoes. I overheard this bit of her phone dialogue as I passed by.
“Since he left, I’ve been trying to build my identity back up all over again. I haven’t had any self-esteem for over a year.”