Tis the Season

for a fat witch or two

Last Thursday, I walked into the lobby of the YMCA and a little girl, probably about five years old, ran up to me excitedly. I have been a fat woman all my life. This was not the first time a small child had scampered energetically in my direction with a question on their lips. It’s almost always the same question.

"Do you have a baby in your tummy?" a…