I grew up a farm girl. You'd never know it to look at me.
I've become like a bird. Small, frail looking.
There are birds on my arms.
When I lived in my ambulance I had a pet crow.
After I bought my e-bike, I had a pet hawk for a minute.
I always think the birds are telling me something.
They say pets resemble their owners. I always think it's the other way round.
I definitely resemble Dora.
I used to be able to throw around hay bales.
Now I just struggle to unscrew the caps off of jars.
There's something comforting in being frail.
Like it's my true natural state. I feel like when I was a kid again.
I was frail when I was seven. And then something happened between 7 and 10 to blow me up like a balloon.
Oh right, that's when I started getting mercury teeth fillings.
Started getting strep throat every month until they cut my tonsils out.
They never try to find the cause, they're just excited to fix the symptoms.