With a broken-down oven, in a hotel kitchen, on an uninhabited island
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Bridget Adams is a writer who lives with a cross-eyed cat in Upstate New York. Her fiction has been published in SmokeLong Quarterly, and she holds an MFA from Bowling Green State University.
I used to feel like an imposter because of my breasts, because even before I got pregnant they were pretty spectacular, and it’s made me wonder if I’ve ever actually earned anything, or if all the jobs and awards and opportunities I’ve gotten, really, have just been handed to me because of fat deposits that would be disgusting if they were placed a few inches lower, on my belly.