New Year, Same (Unacceptable) Me

On Embracing the Margins with Gusto

image by Jakob Owens

Maybe you’re like me: you’ll never be deeply accepted. Maybe the factual and political identities you claim for yourself (in my case, fat, Black, female), will always lodge you a bit outside the warm, non-threatening norm. The norm that refuses to budge, or admit newcomers, or examine its insistence on exclusion. Maybe you’ll always be a little bit strange, distanced from…