Im going to respond over the weekend. I’ve been everyone from a “beautiful” child, to a morbidly obese young woman, to someone who nearly died after weight loss surgery, to a 51/y/o woman who isn’t as thin as she would like to be but is justfinethankyouverymuch with who she is now. My scars and skin and all the good and bad have landed me in a place that feels mostly fine: I know I’m smart. I know is have a gift. But still. But still.

So reading this and Mike Essig poem the other day? Brainfood for thought.

Peace, Heather