Thank God You’re Fat

I pray I never see your bones again, Mum.

Sephy Hallow
Sep 7, 2018 · 4 min read
The author with her mother. Photo by Gareth Pedrick, supplied by author.

I am not a religious person. Still, I try to be consciously grateful for the things I have. A roof over my head. A persistently patient partner. Eggos in the freezer.

The fact my mum is fat.

I know she would find this gratitude strange; she doesn’t like her body, softer and larger than it has ever been. She…

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Sephy Hallow

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British-born, Vancouver-based copywriter and storyteller. www.sephyhallow.com

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