Amye Archer

This is Thirty-Nine with Amye Archer

This is 39. It's not so bad. Sure, I have varicose veins, twenty-five extra pounds, sagging breasts, and swollen feet. But I also have great kids, a career I love, and I have finally found my VOICE. Getting older isn't fun, I'm not going to lie. In fact, I will never lie. Not to you. This is 39.

About the Author: Amye Archer holds an MFA in Creative Nonfiction. Her memoir, Fat Girl, Skinny was a runner up in the Red Hen Press Nonfiction Book Awards and a finalist in the Next Generation Indie Author Awards.  She is the author of three poetry collections, BANGS, A Shotgun Life and No One Ever Looks Up.  Her work has appeared in Brevity, Nailed Magazine, PMS: Poem Memoir Story, PANK, and various publications. She is the creator of The Fat Girl Blog.  Amye lives with her husband, Tim, and their twin daughters.

Amye's Latest Articles

Day 156: On Knowing the Nine Justices. On Becoming a Feminist.

When I was 13, I let a boy violate me. I let him. Because I thought that was the only way he would love me. When I was fourteen, I let a...

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Day 90: The Atomic Weight of Guilt

As a child, you lay on your father’s belly while the New York Yankees run bases on a small black and white television in your old...

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Day 79: Birthdays

I get older; you get older. That’s how this works. My legs are healing. Bright pockmarks of red and white mark where the surgeon’s...

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Day 42: Various Positions

For Leonard I’ve seen this room, and I’ve walked this floor. You know, I used to live alone before I knew you. The ceilings in my...

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The Fat Girl’s Guide to (not) Getting Pregnant

Step One: Want it. For years, I imagined Emily following me around with a blanket in her arms like Linus from the Charlie Brown cartoons....

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The Shot and The Draw: Teenage Heartbreak

I still remember the feeling of my first heartbreak. I’m not talking about –you’re over there and I’m way over here-heartbreak,...

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The Universe Between Us

Alone, I am a star burning against the night sky. I am lost in a blanket of darkness, a heaving illuminated mass threatening to collapse in...

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I Fucking Hate My Body

Excerpt from the memoir Fat, Girl, Skinny I fucking hate my body, and I’m tired of pretending I don’t. I buy dresses, hike them up...

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