" I patted her on the arm, indulgently. My mother’s delicacy was a part of her character she had adamantly clung to over the years, even as her occupation of not moving from the couch softened her and made her, well, motherly. I once heard her tell a friend that she was, in fact, a 120-pound woman, but she kept herself wrapped in fat in order to prevent bruising. "

― Haven Kimmel , A Girl Named Zippy