There’s a thing that happens to fat kids. Or at least, it happened to me.
Let’s pause for a moment to acknowledge how hard it is for me to write the words “fat kids,” because they are so incredibly fraught with anxiety and shame. 1,536 more words
Living alone can be wonderful, empowering, freeing, fun.
It can also suck.
Like, for example, when you’ve just done something fairly epic and you have no one who is forced, by virtue of his/her being trapped in the same space as you, to listen to you retell the story, adding the occasional “wow” or “uh huh” at appropriate intervals. 1,509 more words