Readers' Arcades

"My body felt like an apology. It always had. Soft, pleasantly plush, not fat but not the kind of body anyone looked at twice unless they were looking to laugh. I wore my 2XL black t-shirts like armor, faded soft from too many washes, and I didn’t take them off in front of anyone because taking them off meant being seen, and being seen meant being judged, and being judged meant hearing the word again." — Percy