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SHOW ME:
When you rarely see the delicate intricacies of your identity represented in mainstream media, books and comics become the salve to soothe your cis-heterosexual-inflicted wounds.
The symptoms started slowly. I hardly noticed them, it was easy to brush off. Initially, my doctors told me it was anxiety. Until I started losing weight. And more weight. And more weight.
Just a girl. I wilted and slunk back in my seat. I prayed to a god I didn’t believe in to strike me down. Dear god, melt me on the spot like a chocolate Easter bunny in the back of a hot Honda Civic. …