A few weeks ago, I saw a photo of myself that made my heart sink. It was taken at a conference where I was moderating an onstage panel about women and media. That day, I’d put together what I considered a chic outfit: a printed Eckhaus Latta top and a pencil skirt. It was a bit tight, but I felt confident in it — until I saw what I looked like sitting down. The photo, posted by an audience member on Instagram, was devastatingly unflattering.
I took Mounjaro ...