I don’t miss anyone as much as I miss who I once was when I looked in the mirror.
“Yes, I am allowed to pick and choose what I divulge to others. And, as a matter of fact, I’m allowed to change my mind.”
But we aren’t objects or equipment, we are people, so unfortunately we snap and break at times, no matter how much we try to hold it all together.
I’m tired of this vicious internal cycle of unrealistic expectations, ultimate failure, abuse. I have the whole damn society to do that for me, and here I am, doing the work. Typical.
As everyone knows, childhood isn’t always easy. I grew up in a household with two parents that loved […]
Mind, body, reflection are no longer mine;
Her control becomes stronger with passing time.
I start to think of how I have never let myself actually notice my growth but instead, kind of skipped from point a to point b, closed my eyes for a second and opened them to see a new woman with the same smile staring back at me in the mirror.
She was beautiful and funny. She was cautious, yet spontaneous. She was certainly insecure but so, so brave. She was so many things, all at once.
My parents hissed, howled, gnashed their teeth at me in order to prepare me for “the real world” […]
Chicago. I lost myself here. I found myself here. And now I’m ready to get the hell out of here.