Cultural Dilemma

When someone of my ethnicity calls me “chubby,” I’m supposed to take it as a compliment because what they really mean is that I look healthy and prosperous. Fuck prosperity. I almost bitched-slapped the last FOB that called me fat.

On the other hand, the last time my grandma saw me she said I looked thin, which caused me to experience one of the few joyous moments in my life. I found out later she meant I looked ugly. I didn’t give two shits. Skinny is skinny.