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First published May 14, 2019
With Sweetie time passed in gentle waves. A conversation with her was like a warm hug and a cup of hot coca on a cold day – comforting, familiar, a place you never wanted to leave.
"The word 'fat' isn't inherently bad or gross. It's people who've made it the way. 'Fat' is just the opposite of 'thin', and no one flinches at that one. So, to me, 'fat' is just another word that describes me, like 'brown' or 'girl' or ‘athlete’.”
"'Sweetie she's...she's like the other half of my jagged soul, you know? She's got the soft edges that fuse with my hard ones.' He shook his head. 'There's something about Sweetie. Something I can't explain.'"
"I am happy like this. I'm happy being fat. To me, 'fat' isn't a bad word. It's other people who've made it like that. It's as much a part of me as being an athlete or Indian American or a girl. I don't want to change it, and I don't want to hide it. I'm not ashamed."
"You seem...pretty disinterested in Indian culture. I mean, you made it a point not to date Indian girls at all before me...Maybe to your parents, you not liking Indian culture feels like a rejection to them?"
"It entails me standing up for myself, for what I believe to be true. It entails me overcoming sixteen years of crap messages from my mom and the media and other people in my life - both kids and adults alike - who think I'm less than them because of how I look."
"I mean, the word 'fat' isn't inehrently bad or gross. It's people who've made it that way. 'Fat' is just the opposite of 'thin,' and no one flinches at that one. So, to me, 'fat' is just another word that describes me, like 'brown' or 'girl' or 'athlete.'"
"'But Kayla and Suki are...are feminists, Tine auntie told me.' She leaned forward when she whispered the word 'feminists.'
Sweetie bit on the insides of her lips to keep from laughing. 'Amma...I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I'm a feminist too.'"
[Sweetie] was sweet and soft and mild, a daisy growing among throny weeds. Somehow, in spite of everything, she managed to round out his rough edges to fit with her soft ones. Somehow, it felt right.
“There were few things that made her feel lonelier than conversations with her own mother.”
Eating was so fraught when you were fat: If you ate something unhealthy, thin people would say it was no wonder you were fat. But if you ate something healthy, they’d roll their eyes, laugh, and say, “Yeah, right.This book comes from a good place but ultimately failed to be compelling to me. It falls under "doesn't mean it's good just because it's diverse."