Days like today make me weep,
long for the ability to discern what it is I know
and what it is I fear.
Author: sehaldorson
I write narrative nonfiction/lyrical memoir. I'm the mother of a special needs child and the wife of a cancer survivor, and I work in publishing.
Self Talk
Nobody talks about the fat girls. Well, sure, they talk about the fat girls, but that’s all they have to say, that they are fat girls. Not that the fat girls are also just girls. Girls who are fat and who think about that fat all the time and think that others think about their fat all the time, because everyone talks about the fat girls.
The Birthday Party (Stigmata)
At 41, she chose the low-cut blouse
in aubergine to wear to her party. Not
because at 40 she had gotten a compliment
about her breasts from her friend’s
drunk husband. Not because trolling
for compliments suited her. Instead,
she prayed (with little faith) by fingering her breast
bone and clavicle, which formed a cross
under the thin skin over her heart,
that her 41st year would offer less
suffering than had her 40th.
