Roxane Gay writes a brave, disturbing, and enlightening memoir about what it is to be fat in our world, the history of her body, and the different kinds of trauma and hunger that have propelled her through life. It was an uncomfortable but valuable read for me, to get inside the experience of someone who was hurt very badly and lives in a world that’s not built to fit her.
There are years and years of my life I can’t remember a thing about. A family member will say, “Remember the time [insert significant family moment],” and I stare blankly, with no recollection of these moments whatsoever. We have a shared history and yet we do not. In many ways, that’s the best means of describing my relationship with my family, and with nearly everyone in my life.
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