Season six is a grower, not a shower. Like everything I'm doing after having COVID, it's a season that moves very slowly. A slow return to happiness after the devastating death of a community leader. A slow return to fat liberation and the joy of community after faltering about my purpose. A slow release of clothes for this collection not all at once but gradually as I can afford to commission them.
By taking up space and pushing back against fatphobic bullshit, we're slowly carving out a safe place for fat people to exist in the world. And boy howdy is it slow. But hey, slowly is how the Grand Canyon was formed too. Probably.