black people and diabetes
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How Shame, Secrets and Sugar Get Between Us and Better Health
The late-night spoons of ready-made frosting were the best. The preteen thrill of sneaking downstairs to the fridge and plunging a spoon into an open can of sweet and creamy vanilla sludge made the treat all the sweeter as it melted over my tongue and then slid down my throat. My parents caught onto my…