Facebook was just what I needed at that dark point. I had access to a pool of friends that spanned every life stage I had been through. There was always someone on to “like” or comment on my post, always someone listening. Somehow the public nature of Facebook felt safer than the intimacy of real conversations and I became brave enough to hint there about the struggles I was going through.
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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