My Daughter Thinks I’m Fat and That’s Okay
Why being honest is more important to me that trying to deny something true
She scoops up another spoonful of rice and pops a mini hotdog in her mouth. It’s breakfast time, and the three of us hunch over the table, shoveling spoonfuls of rice and greasy little red nuggets of goodness into our mouths. The baby is napping in the duyan made…