I was eight years old when my family made the move from Louisville, Kentucky to New York for my father's job. We had moved quite a bit, but this one was traumatic for all of us. Even though White Plains was an upscale suburb, my parents, not sure what the public schools would be like, …
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This book is amazing. It forces us to look at our assumptions and stereotypes around bodies, specifically the morbidly obese. How dare we assume to know how and why a body looks the way it does. We are such assholes. Life changing read. Not done yet but it is giving me goosebumps. Had to share.
When I was fifteen, I hosted a French exchange student in my home for a week. Dmitri looked just like the drawings of Jean-Claude in my Tricolore text book with his wavy long hair and hawkish nose. I was crushing hard despite his matchy-matchy pastel sweatsuits that looked like baby onesies. Toward the end of …
