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.
What happened sucked, there is no denying that, but where do we go from here.
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.
Living with mental illness is a struggle in every sense of the word. Not only are you dealing […]
“I looked in the mirror, saw my dream pixie cut, and saw me – on the outside.”
Unfortunately, sexual assault isn’t a very rare thing.
The consensus seems to be: women are punished forever for not conforming to society’s ever-changing standards.
I’m no longer scared of being who I am or liking who I like. I shout it from the rooftops every chance that I get.