Fool Me Once
The first time I had my breasts removed was hard. The second time, less so.
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Join NOW!The first time I had my breasts removed was hard. The second time, less so.
...moreIt was personal, as the detectives on my favorite shows always said.
...moreMolly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison discuss their work.
...moreMy defensiveness has never been what’s saved me.
...moreVikram Paralkar discusses his debut novel, NIGHT THEATER.
...moreThis is how to be sick, or hurt: give up on fast time.
...moreBut we can make choices if we want to live. I believe that.
...more“In a nutshell,” he said, “they’re going to excise a dime-sized piece of your tongue and replace it with muscle and tendons from your left wrist.”
...moreWe were all free-falling, and there was no one, nothing, to catch us.
...moreNow everything finally made sense. I had practically died and woken up, resurrected. That’s why everyone was looking at me funny. Like its cousin Death, Near-Death leaves a stench that makes people uncomfortable.
...morePeople never detail the confusion—the way days feel like years, and seconds like hours.
...moreWhen I took those breaths, I also learned to say, “I am enough, I am enough, I am enough.”
...moreI didn’t usually consider how the binge felt. I just ate until I couldn’t eat anymore.
...moreIn summertime, a small group of white, middle-aged, well-educated men were obsessed with my ass.
...moreBefore this semester in Italy, I had enjoyed writing for school, but now for the first time I was driven to write for myself. I began to need to write like I had needed to dance. Was I replacing one language with another, one way of communicating with another? Over at Catapult, Sari Wilson recalls […]
...moreWhat happens to a place when it can no longer define itself by its history, when it tears everything down? What is the rust belt without the plants, the factories? Who is the boy without his sister?
...more“They were stupid questions because he already knew the answers to them,” Dad said. “He just hadn’t taken the time to think about them. And questions you haven’t thought out are stupid ones.”
...moreIn flaws, there’s always a story. Mine is twofold.
...moreStatistics make us feel safe, but most of the time, they can’t predict what’s really going to happen in our life. We believe in them anyway, though.
...moreBecause that’s how it is with sisters. You are them. You are not them. You are broken shards from the same pane of glass, each reflecting a different light.
...moreThink of this as an origin story without an origin. This is as close as you can get.
...moreThe truth is you didn’t want to disappear, but you were already disappearing. Your skin burned clean away, your body no longer recognizable without the flip chart at the foot of your hospital bed.
...moreAnd because I had all of that ice to think about, it was difficult to understand what my gynecologist was saying about what he had just done inside of my body.
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