This morning, at the gynecologist, I thought the window for fat-shaming had passed. But we were halfway through the breast exam when he asked if I was getting exercise. Well, yeah, I said, I’m doing at least a half-hour of walking every day to and from classes. Good, he said, because I noticed…
why i can’t predict the weather past the storm: On fat shame, and being your strongest self.
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