Sure, all Clarke did was point out my plate, but that means people really are talking about what I’m eating and whether it’s the right amount. I don’t like these lurking suspicions—about my food. It’s invasive. Because when they debate my meals, they’re hashing out what happens inside my body. It’s not far from debating my blood or a cross-section of my thigh. I help ferry in forks, knives. I might be the guest in this dark estate. But they can’t choose what I eat.
debating blood? Cross section of her thigh?
