At night, Marcy worried about her ass and thighs. Her husband always said, Baby, you are perfect, and she flushed angrily. His assurances were so reflexive as to be insulting.
Roxane Gay
At night, Marcy worried about her ass and thighs. Her husband always said, Baby, you are perfect, and she flushed angrily. His assurances were so reflexive as to be insulting.