Author: Daniel snow

I’m 18. And I’m dragged from school to the hospital. And I’m made to look at myself. [MUSIC PLAYING] I weigh 56 pounds. “Do you find you’re too skinny?” “Yes, I am too skinny. But what does it matter?” I had turned my body into a project, a revolt against nature — Mother nature, my mother. A revolt against womanhood, adulthood. My biggest enemy? Time. “And am I — am I the skinniest person you’ve ever seen?” [MUSIC PLAYING] Let’s go back before time, before the clock struck midnight. I was a chubby Punjabi raised in Trois-Rivières, Canada, my home.…

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I was reapplying for my work visa in the immigration office. I was doing everything completely legally. I came to the U.S. legally 11 and a half years ago. I was granted asylum. Then I got a notice to appear in one of ICE’s offices in June for what they called a routine check-in. We went to Cancún for vacation with my family. When we came back, got out of the plane, they pulled me aside and I didn’t understand why. They said: “You need to reapply through the consulate and we need to send you back to Canada.” And…

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