cuba, january 2014. stop looking at me swan. the maids would leave towel swans all over the room. i suffered the wrath of montezuma’s revenge in a bad way. resort food in cuba is a shittier version of hospital/plane food. and so began a two week hunger strike in which i ate only a small piece of bread in the morning each day. i felt so unhealthy but was stoked about the sudden and extreme weight loss. this is what “skinny” looks like for me as my body is naturally prone to carrying weight. the only times in my life in which i’ve fit into (or almost fit into) the categories of slim or average have been times when i’ve been either physically or mentally ill.