Big Girl “There is absolutely nothing feminine about me!” I hurl it like an accusation at my mother who sits across from me placidly folding laundry. “I’m a big girl,” I say, in despair.  “I’m so tall, and I’ve got bigger hands and feet than any other girl I know.” My mother looks at me like she doesn’t quite know what to say.  Unusual for her, especially since I am her third teenage daughter and nothing much rattles her at this point.  She nods.  She knows what I mean.  We live in Korea, and next to the Korean girls my age, I do indeed look gigantic.  My mother puts down the laundry, takes my hand, and examines it thoughtfully. “They look like strong, capable hands to me, Phebe,” she says.  I roll my eyes.  Small comfort at sixteen. ***** My patient is only sixteen.  She looks small and scared in the big delivery bed.  I try my best to appear calm and confident, but the truth is that I am a very new labor nurse and ...