This holiday season was one for the books. Not because I made some super awesome dish, or because I managed to not get into a political argument with anyone, or because I won all the games that we play in an overstuffed haze after dinners.
This December 2018 was monumental for me because on the car ride home to Chicago, I realized that I had not once asked my sister or my mom if I looked fat, or even how I looked at all.
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