As an author, I don’t think I could always keep a copy of my own book nearby. But whenever I need to remind myself of my purpose or of things that I’ve accomplished because of my stories, or of my own advice, I like to go back to a particular page or chapter in my book. It’s purely for satisfaction (and a little ego boost). Most recently, I revisited my FLAT: LIVING SMALL IN LARGE AMERICA book — my very own personal journey that I wrote in hopes of inspiring other women to make peace with their bodies and, particularly, their small boobs — and boy, am I proud. I…