This is Only a Drill

I love swim class. Really. When I walk into class and see “100 easy, 300 kick/pull/swim, 50 scull, 50 seated breast pull” scrawled on the board, I cheer. I’ll do dolphin kick for days. I’m totally content practicing breast stroke all class. I’ll earnestly work on my back stroke for an hour. There’s only one… Continue reading This is Only a Drill

A Love Letter to an Old Flame

Hello again my love, I have missed you more than you could ever know. It’s been almost two months since we were together: fifty-one days away from your presence. I felt your absence like a constant achy hollow spot under my ribs and a leaden weight to my limbs. When I closed my eyes each… Continue reading A Love Letter to an Old Flame

An Open Letter to the Fat Girl in My Swim Class

I see you. I see how you hide in the dressing room, tucked in a corner, shielded by the room’s lone privacy curtain. I see you. I see how you avoid eye contact with the rest of us- women who greet each other loudly in a crowded room while dressing. Women who exchange hugs in… Continue reading An Open Letter to the Fat Girl in My Swim Class

Finding My Fat Girl Flow

This summer has been a time of physical triumphs for me. Believe me when I say that victories of this variety are few and far between in my world. I am a woman who excels in the work place. I shine in a classroom. I am comfortable on a stage. I can get strangers belly… Continue reading Finding My Fat Girl Flow