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I am a white American female. I don’t have a pedigree, I don’t have a lineage that anyone has curated and passed down to me. I have a couple depression era recipes and some heirloom pieces from the 1800’s. I feel like this is probably typical of many white Americans. Unsure of our past, vague
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What brands do you associate with? I used to think brands were really important. I grew up in a private school where your clothes were scrutinized just as much as the amount of money you had. I was never a popular kid, but I thought just maybe if I bought the brands they thought were
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What things give you energy? I’m not sure when it happened; if it was gradual or sudden, but boundless energy or the urge to stay out late has all but failed me. Besides crippling insomnia, the reason I am currently writing this at 5 am, I perpetually feel as if I were shot from a
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What are your favorite types of foods? First and foremost, I am a fat girl. A food connoisseur if you will. I also married a fat guy, someone with a refined palate like me. This means we will go out of our way to try new things. And when I say go out of our
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I can’t say I have ever been a happy person. I think by the age of 12 I was just generally severely unhappy and isolated. I didn’t fit in well with other kids. I was awkward and went off on weird tangents about weird topics no one cared about. I was insufferably lonely; something that
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At some point in the bus ride to Granada, I passed the bounds of reality and entered into a new plane of existence. I’m not sure which mountain or what alien landscape finally pushed me to this realization, but by the time the we were about 20 minutes out, I felt the call of this
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Ah the witching hour. Midnight again. The time when normal people are winding down from a productive day. As we have seen, I am not in that group. the moments before midnight for me, are spent frantically trying to turn in all the homework that I had a week or more to complete, realizing I
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It’s the end of another day in my household, one that seems to play out all too familiarly. I start my morning with a semblance of a routine that I have cobbled together; a leftover from Europe I suppose. I wash my face, make myself a thermos of tea (this week I am stuck on
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This seems like a simple answer, the answer is of course it would be awful. I can’t imagine life without music. I spend a majority of my time listening to music in some way; whether it’s blasting out of my car speakers, my headphones, or currently, the ambient notes filling the room from the LofiGirl
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