I remember her in a steam of white chili chicken soup and salting fries and never eating the last two bites. She shrunk and shrunk. Honey, I was a Teenage Hatred. Voicemails on speaker after school at the ice cream shop, my friend said her boyfriend called ten times a day. So no breakfast or […]Read more "Girlhood, an Object"
For the past few days, I haven’t been able to skim the headlines without hearing a regrettable single from 1999. I was planning on posting a link to the video here, but after enduring it myself I’ve decided that would be CULMLR (Cruel and Unusual Last Millennium Lowlight Rehash). It’s that diddy by the Lyte […]Read more "I Only Like Girls Who Wear Abercrombie and Fitch"
There was a time I looked down at the scars on my thighs and beamed with pride, as any child with a scar. The scars cut through the muscle to create indentations, one broad horizontal stroke on each leg midway between the knee and hip. I loved summertime because I could wear swimsuits and show […]Read more "Scars"
When I was 21, something trivial happened to me that profoundly affected the way I see myself when I look in the mirror: someone made a fat joke about me. It was the first (and so far, only) time anyone had ever commented on my weight, to my face, in a negative light, and it’s […]Read more "My First Fat Joke"