StamYo shares a dumpster with some local restaurants—and we might just hold the record for grossest, smelliest dumpster of all time ever. And I could see broken glass in there so I was even more reluctant to climb in. Also, I was wearing flip-flops.
It's not that our StamYo team is so spiritually enlightened that we're somehow above feeling the pressure to pray at the altar of skinniness. But we are committed to practice not buying into the narrative that anyone's inherent worth lies in physical beauty, or that physical beauty is defined by what we see on magazine covers.