you tell him, “thanks for letting me know, sir,” then you amble your way off the table still chewing your crackers. you got them at the back of the fridge this morning, the holiday’s leftover. stale like the lips of an indulgent lover. you’re so cool when you play pretend, and even you know it. […]
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your father was an important man. always out on business. big suits. black briefcase. first class. he sent you to boarding school with the rest of us bleach scented secrets kept swollen beneath our tucked in shirts except on the weekends your roommate went home when you’d stand naked in front of the full length […]
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Limited by the seam of size six jeans, Defined by the red lines on my curves. Lowered by the sacks of shame overlapping my skinny jeans on my waist. I wasn’t taught that I wasn’t good enough I was taught I was more than there would ever be need of. […]
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To the boy in fourth grade who asked me why my stomach was larger than my chest– To the girl in high school, who hated me though we had never spoken, because my arm was bigger than her thigh– To my spindle waisted mother who told me that I would be prettier than any of […]
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Q: Dear Lara, I’m feeling self-conscious about being in a bathing suit in front of people this summer. What should I do? A: I used to be very self-conscious about my body and hated being in a bathing suit. Living in California, situations where wearing a bikini is involved comes up a lot; and, after a […]
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