Do you think that we exist in more than one place at one time, and just don’t know it? I think in another timeline, I am skinny, slightly less unhappy, and loved deeply by the person that I love in this version of things. The only thing standing between myself and true love is my stomach, always poking out at the most inconvenient times. When I press myself against my lover, my body immediately creates enough space between my soul and hers with my gut. Just enough room for the Holy Ghost to slip through, and then I’m even more ashamed. Not only am I large compared to other women my height and age, but I am pressed against another woman while wearing a crop top. Have I no shame? I was taught that to press my front against her front is a one way ticket to a dimension I hope I don’t exist in. Although, some days, I think that the timeline I am writing this from, overlaps perfectly with the hellish one that my family feels I am destined for when I finish my escapades. All things considered, I still feel that the largest obstacle is my 200+ pounds of doubt, insanity, and love.
Raven Little (she/her) is an undergraduate Broadcast Journalism student and a writer of many things: poetry, short stories, news articles, and diary entries. All of which are somehow autobiographical.