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…
It’s cold in my bedroom, and I reach down for the cover, balled up somewhere at the end of the bed. I pull it over me and feel the scratchy threads of the decorative side of the blanket against my skin. It is…
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