I don’t see me. For who can find a phantom? I am nothing. I am hollow. I am dust. I’m fat and Latina. I belong to a phantom culture; a society that solely exists as a result of colonialism and where women were born in their mother’s beds to midwives.

Mónica Puig wins the gold for herself, she won the gold for la isla, she won the gold for mi gente. Unfortunately, with my people…it can never be just about you. Sorry, Mónica. I don’t give a fuck about sports. Which means I could give two shits about the Olympics. But, when