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384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 18, 2013
Suggestive is my mom's all-time favorite word, and due to the arrival of my newly measured 34 double Ds and my God-given birthing hips, I have learned two things: 1) Everything I wear looks suggestive, and 2) When someone looks suggestive, the thing that they are suggesting is sex.
Every time something like this happens now, I remember what Marcus said the other day about me wanting to be sick. And okay, I know wanting to have a heart attack sounds even more messed up than feeling like you're having one when you're not. But if I really was sick like that, then at least Mom could concentrate on something about me that's potentially fixable and not out of my control, like the way my body looks when I walk. And then she and I could be sick together; we could be in the hospital room together right now, and then maybe she wouldn't be so awkward about it all, and about me.
But like Mom said, you don't stop loving someone just because they do something that surprises or even disappoints you. Maybe facts and formulas comfort Marcus, but I think that article he read was totally wrong. You don't love chemical reactions or particles or neuron receptors. You love whole people. Including the parts you didn't know were there, and the parts you're waiting for them to become.