My weight and my culture aren't killing me - stress from capitalism is

How anti-fat bias and racism are actually affecting my life span

I can’t remember how or when this started, but for a period when I was in high school, my mother would call me into her room right before I was leaving to catch the bus to school. I would sling my backpack over my shoulder and try to slip out of my room, hoping the chaos of the morning would cover the sound of my heavy footsteps. Inevitably though, I’d …