I see the maple-walnut cookies I ate last night, stretching across my ribs in a layer of fat which then pools in the pouch of my lower abdomen, collecting in the hips that swell over the band of the underwear that I bought during a time when I was thinner.
By all means, hit on strangers, but here are three things to be mindful of as you do so.
I could make friends with strangers, but welcome to the never-ending spiral of internalised misogyny.
My hairdresser recently compared the new Swiss COVID restrictions to the Holocaust. So let's talk.
There was an old man who lived in my village who wore a flannel coat year round, with a faded green cap squashed onto his bald head. He had a thick grey moustache and drove a long-bedded truck.