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“I hardly remember not hating my body. I got most of my seven arm tattoos when I was nineteen. I wanted to be able to look at my body and see something I didn't loathe, that was part of my body by my choosing entirely. Really, that's all I ever wanted.”

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Roxane Gay
Roxane Gay

Roxane Gay is an American writer born in 1974. Her works include novels, non-fiction, short stories, and essays. Her notable works are 'Bad Feminist' and 'Hunger'. Her writing style is characterized by humor, honesty, and profound self-reflection. more

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