All fat people are out of shape. You know, they can’t walk too far. They can’t take the stairs. They can’t do much more than hold down the living room sofa with one hand in a bag of chips and the other on…
by Christina Fisanick Greer, Ph.D. I take a deep breath and squat, my skin barely touching the seat of the outhouse toilet. I pee as fast as possible, wipe, and toss. I nearly break into a run fleeing the small, reeking confines of…
by Christina Fisanick Greer, Ph.D. Just hours old Newborn nurses, picking up my round legs giggle: “Look, mama, her thighs are so big.” Age 11 Mom, clearly disgusted by my behavior: “You’re having another bowl of potato salad? You just ate two. How…
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