kida
When I lived in Sri Lanka, my stomach caved inwards, and my ribs became more prominent, but my fingers became stronger. I would sit with the thread twisting around my hands. Each fabric thread was to be woven to become a blanket for the fat Americans. When I was younger, I would pretend I was an American wrapped in the bright red blanket I was weaving, and would make believe I was eating something delicioius like cake or cookies.