This Is A Trigger Warning
Nov 6 · 3 min read
The title of this essay is Big Thick Fat Hard
I was nineteen years old, living in Sarasota, Florida with my best friend from high school. We’d moved to Florida from Virginia because her grandmother lived there and we wanted someplace new, and having a destination, even one with a grandmother at the end, gave us a way out. Grandma turned out to be a bitter witch, though, and we quickly moved from our twin beds on the glassed-in lanai to a scabby apartment in a shitty part of town with lots of roaches, fleas and a terrible mouse problem. Oh, the mice. Every food item had to go into the…

