Frida Kahlo and My Left Leg is not a linear narrative, it circles back to loss--both Rapp Black and Kahlo are amputees--but the the loss here is not that simple.

If it’s true that for daughters growing up in a patriarchal culture, there is a feeling of having to choose between being empowered and being loved, I had chosen the loneliness of empowerment. Mother wound: aisle five.

I told him he should leave. When what I wanted so badly, what I would have given anything for would have been for him to say, I want to stay.

I’m crying for her and for her dad, but I’m crying for me and my dad, too. And I’m not the only one. The film’s soundtrack blends with the sounds of weeping.