Self-Love at Size 24
I remember meeting with my thesis advisor in my final week of college. I was the thinnest I’d ever been, a size 12. Starvation shrank my stomach into a fist. I felt dizzy, but I felt light, and that...
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Fat Girl’s Benediction
On the morning I’d had enough of my body, my Twitter feed was quaking over writer Colleen McCullough’s obituary. The article led with the facts that although the wildly accomplished writer was “plain...
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(K)ink #7: Writing While Deviant: Brian Kornell
There’s evidence that D.H. Lawrence enjoyed an erotic power exchange relationship with his wife, that James Joyce was into scat (among other things), and that Oscar Wilde—well, most of us know what...
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Mixed Feelings: Am I Too Fat For Love?
Hi Mandy, I’m twenty-three, female, and single—not entirely by choice. I’m fat, also not by choice, but I feel as though it has irrevocably damaged my romantic and dating life. After years of being...
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