![]() ![]() Like the speaker of this poem, I too felt “I was soft & easily outdone,” but rather than flinging myself at the crowd, I hid my softness in an outcast’s shell & kept my distance. ![]() Maybe that’s their way of keeping themselves safe, even if that safety is at the expense of others. Though I too was “top-heavy,” I stayed chubby & alone, with girls pointing to me in gym class, giggling, “Look at them jiggle” as I ran by.īecause the girls I grew up with were hard too & maybe all girls grow up surrounded by hard girls. Karyna McGlynn’s anti-nostalgic lyric sends me right back to sitting alone in the corner of my high school cafeteria, slurping my cup-of-noodle soup & watching the girls I could never sit with lick their fingers from the grease of freshly cut fries as they stayed slim in their tight jeans & oversized sweaters, “top-heavy with God.” God, what an incredible description of girls starting to look like the women they aren’t ready to be. ![]() & hard & harder & so hard that hardness turns soft, & that softness is even more painful. Contributor’s Marginalia: Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach on “The Girls I Grew Up with Were Hard” by Karyna McGlynn ![]()
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