Guest column by Allyson Zucker
I r emember walking into my friends’ dorm room in 10th grade. The girls were looking in the mirror with disgust, taking turns saying parts of their bodies they didn’t like. For a second, I thought I had walked onto the set of “Mean Girls.” Within a few moments, I noticed myself inching toward the mirror, my reflection staring at every flaw, judging every imperfection.