I haven’t seen her in years — but she’s in every photo.

the author in New Mexico, 2019

Please note: this essay includes references to emotional abuse and suicide.

My head was tilted back in the picture, mouth frozen open and mid belly laugh. I’m surrounded by a handful of wonderful friends smiling and laughing with me — a candid moment of true joy and friendship.

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comms strategist. occasional writer. birth control aficionado. insomniac embroiderer. fat babe.

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