Even the saguaro has her day
Branded with pale skin, you told me I could never be beautiful in a land where races have mingled for 200 years.
It is beautiful this thing that we call family. It is something better and stronger than the sum of its parts, yet somehow fragile. It is my grandmother’s legacy and my mother’s joy and someday it will be my responsibility to tend to.
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
I know nothing quite so solitary as being a fat child. Every pound I gained seemed to set me further and further away from my classmates. #Fat
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