varicose veins

Whenever [my last therapist and I] got to talking about the ways that being fat had shaped my romantic experiences, or the ways that racism or xenophobia had shaped my family’s life, she would get this far-off look. Like, she wanted to believe me, but that she was grappling with this belief that I was choosing to see life this way.

If you aren’t Fat and Fab, what are you? If you have a shit day — a really shit day; one where you despise your body — is it tantamount to a chink in your armor?