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More battles against patriarchy-  On matters of size


Very recently, we were chatting, my girlfriends and I and as it so often when a bunch of women are talking, the thoughts turned to size. Somebody felt she was ‘fat’. The rest of use rushed in to defend her
‘If you think you are, you should see me?’
“of course you are no’
“You look good.”
All that validation and I got thinking.
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