The crinkling sounds of the translucent, flimsy plastic window on the large envelope containing 1980’s era school pictures cannot be replicated.

I remember the crinkle when my third-grade teacher handed me my photos to deliver to my mom and dad. I peeked into the envelope before my parents had a look, but it didn’t go without self-punishment. It wasn’t my hair or smile that my eyes were drawn to in that photo, it was my chin. Or, rather, chins. It was my double chin.

I would have to look at that picture, framed on grandma’s wall, for the rest of the year. That photo changed my view of myself forever.

I filled in as host for The Sound of Ideas late this summer and one of the segments featured a doctor discussing Glucagon-Like Peptide-1 or GLP-1 medication. The show dealt specifically w

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