When I started reading Roxane Gay’s body memoir, Hunger, I immediately began a list of things the book made me want to write about. My experience of being fat is my own. It doesn’t mirror Gay’s experience, even where there are similar notes being struck. I think of the essays I’m writing about my fat body as being in conversation with Hunger, not a response to it, but another story to add to that one. I would love to see Gay’s book inspire an avalanche of fat writing, of fat people–but especially women and nonbinary folks–writing about being fat. What an amazing trove of commentary that would be. I thank Roxane Gay for what she’s written and for inspiring me to talk more extensively about my experience as a fat person.
I See Her (The Cage, Part Ia)