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I grew up in newbury park
a town that cradles america’s fastest runners on a star-studded track and cross country team steep mountains and winding trails held our first steps as children and a national record was always just over the next hill. it’s February
and I pass my days sitting on my bed, knees curled into my chest, staring down the sidewalk outside my window, counting down seconds until sunset. brown sugar -
is the first ingredient I list within the covers of my journal, bound front and back in baby pink, black ink filling the pages, brown sugar filling my stomach. i.
i have liberated what once belonged to me (or never did) (depending on the angle you look at it) with my arms extended wide and my face upturned against the heavens (or the clouds) (depending on the angle you look at it) the way that i relate to my physical body is so strange. it’s transcended insecurity - i haven’t felt that in a long time… but i think it’s also transcended dysmorphia, which is new
mi mami me grita de la cocina
my mother yells to me from the kitchen plates banging, fan whirring I heard her the first time, but I still yell back, mande |
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