"If there was one thing I could save from the fire,
he said, the broken arms of the sycamore,
the eucalyptus still trying to climb out of the yard -
your breath on my neck like a music that holds
my hands down, kisses as they burn their way
along my spine -or rain, our bodies wet,
clothes clinging arm to elbow, clothes clinging
nipple to groin - I'll be right here. I'm waiting." -- Richard Siken, Saying Your Names
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But more than that — and here I repeat myself, again and again as I have for years upon years, and as I will continue to do, to be sure more people hear — no amount of shame is ever going to make me thin. I am not fat because of a shame deficit, and supplying me with additional shame is not a productive solution to a circumstance that I don’t even consider a problem. All shaming fat people does is make them feel like shit about themselves, and if you enjoy doing that, hey, it’s a free country — but you should know that it also makes you an asshole.
Lesley Kinzel @ Fatshionista