It’s time to play my own game. A game of truth and dare.
growing up
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.
Change has been a constant fear of mine throughout my whole life. Whenever I detect even an ounce […]
“It sounds like this has been quite traumatic for you,” I can’t describe the relief I felt as […]
From as early as I can remember, my mom talked about inequality and my dad told me I […]
The process of coming out and realizing one’s own truth is different for everybody. For some, it’s been […]
I spent 3 months looking for a job when I first moved to New York. It was awful. […]
I don’t know how it was possible (I was a teeny-tiny, skinny-minny child), but I got my period […]
Growing up, I remember changing from my soccer uniform to my dance leotard. It’s fair to say, my […]
I remember the first time I was outed as a feminist. My friends Anna, Mary, and I were […]
