In less than a month, my mom goes away to India. And THAT is when the party starts.
Auntie Monika is going to hang out with my at my awesome pad, and we are going to watch Sex in the City and snuggle and eat copious amounts of treats that my mother, who considers herself a fat activist, won't allow me to indulge in.
Sure, bodies of all sizes are beautiful, she says. But she insists I follow an oppressive diet that doesn't allow me to really express myself.
When she is gone I am going to try on all of her expensive make up and throw up in her shoes. (Auntie Monika has promised to take me out to the bars!)
