My greatest fear was true: my scale wasn’t lying. I did look bloated. And since I’m a woman, I’m the worst, because the worst thing a woman can be is fat.
Selfies of you protesting in sepia don’t count.
A Tsunami of post-fact; we were drowning in the waves of the unreal.
I was always wanting to be in somebody else’s skin.
When you’re a child, we try to make your world fair.
1. With a police officer.
I’m curvier than the Guggenheim and it makes me very sad.
Does straddling bar stools work out my core?
Today I am thinking of all the women I know.