“A Fat Girl’s Rhapsody” is a fucking beautiful piece of writing. I wish I could write like this. One thing that struck me was the balance between blatant confession and a desire to protect oneself, and maybe even to make the telling a little easier. When talking of difficult things, people often switch to second person to make the story easier; it switches from being about me to being about you, in the general, plural sense of the word. It’s so much harder to talk directly about yourself. And yet the story is quite bald. I love it.