Tiny Love Stories: ‘To the Skinny Girl with Sad Eyes’
Wishing Her Well To the skinny girl with sad eyes wearing a peacoat in the summer in New York City: You reminded me of my college days, when I was broken, living in my head, watching other students sing on the subway while I pinched my thighs.
I bet you didn’t see me smile at you. I wouldn’t have noticed me either, back then. But I hope one day you too can take off that coat and slip into your heart, healed, thankful to your body, holding your daughters’ hands and humming songs with them as you skip to the train. — Katya Lidsky Done Hiding Our story began when we locked eyes over a tiny tabletop golf set at a party.
I soon learned that Elena shared my passion for all things miniature: objects, food, art. A few weeks into dating, I ordered a custom set of one-inch figurines that looked like us, just to make her smile.
At the time, I didn’t realize the ways we had miniaturized ourselves: Both not open about our sexuality, we made our social media accounts private, blocking family members.
