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“It was fine. There was some old guy catcallin’ from the drive-thru. Called me sweetcheeks.” “Awww,” she says. “Well, that’s kind of flattering if you think about it.” “Mama, come on. No, that’s gross.”
Mom pulls open the drawer on the nightstand and begins to sort papers into different stacks. I can see her mind working. Keep, toss, maybe. Some days I wonder which pile I fall into. “Can you just
All my life I’ve had a body worth commenting on and if living in my skin has taught me anything it’s that if it’s not your body, it’s not yours to comment on. Fat.
YAAASSSS
Marcus mumbles something about PMS and to my surprise, from the kitchen, Bo says, “Why can’t she just be having a shitty day? You don’t need to make up some bullshit reason why.”
It drives me crazy. I’m a virgin. I’m not stupid.
PREACH!!!
He holds his hand out for a shake and I take it. I expect his palm to be sweaty, but it’s not. Like Goldilocks and her third bed. It’s just right.
This in-box full of unopened messages is the truest reminder that we are temporary fixtures in a permanent world.
Perfection is nothing more than a phantom shadow we’re all chasing.
Ain't that the truth
Outside, Mitch is leaning up against my car. It’s horrible of me, but I resent him being here. I’m like one of those people who doesn’t like for their food to touch. I need for Mitch to stay on his side of the plate. “Hey,” I say to Marcus and Bo. “I’ll
Awesome metaphor
“I don’t know. I think you gotta be who you want to be until you feel like you are whoever it is you’re trying to become. Sometimes half of doing something is pretending that you can.”
(Chub rub, by the way, is fat-girl talk for the most miserable inner thigh chafing of all time.)
Funny and sad at the same time.
There’s something about swimsuits that make you think you’ve got to earn the right to wear them. And that’s wrong. Really, the criteria is simple.
Do you have a body? Put a swimsuit on it.
Sometimes figuring out who you are means understanding that we are a mosaic of experiences.
