Wanderlust. St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands
“I have a question.”
I didn’t want to hear a question.
“How are you so skinny?”
I grinned the fake smile I had learned when I was ten when people asked me how I was feeling and I knew I had to pretend things were ok. “It helps to have so much pain every time you eat food that you can’t get up for two days,” is what I wanted to say.
“I don’t know.”Continue reading “The Question”