fat acceptance Tag

By: Jenny Marie I’ve been told that many of my writings begin with a memory; a crystallized moment in time that etches, sharp as a diamond, a message into the fabric of my own reality. This piece is no different, and if I may, I’ll recount another pivotal moment from my past. The women in […]

I’m sitting at the table at a fancy pub with my boyfriend and my sister, both looking at me with a mixture of second-hand happiness and worry that I may burst into nothingness right there. I grin at the waiter while he lowers my boyfriend’s brownie, my sister’s banoffee Eton mess and my rhubarb crème […]