Fat in Ways White Girls Won't Understand

I’m fat in ways that white girls won’t understand. I’m fat in ways that my white mom didn’t understand, and still doesn’t; nearing 75, she diets and rebels, diets and rebels. (When she sleeps at our house, she sometimes waits until the lights are out, then…

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Savala Trepczynski
The Body Sings the Vows

In the final weeks before my wedding, my sister and I made swirling, meticulous lists, arrows zooming from task to subtask; we took afternoon naps when exhaustion won; we cried; laughed; worried about…

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Savala Trepczynski