Thoughts On a Higher-Mileage Body

I am not fat. I have fat. And I have fat because, like an unfailingly faithful, loyal and forceful warrior, my body never bought the lies. Not one of them. My body held the truth for me when I needed it buried in the abyss to survive it. My body has retained truth I tried to discard. Faithfully, … Continue reading Thoughts On a Higher-Mileage Body