As I gazed upon Venus in all her majesty, my thoughts wandered back to that flyer and it suddenly occurred to me — I too could be immortalized like that.
It’s time to play my own game. A game of truth and dare.
Who is looking out for the tough girls?
I don’t miss anyone as much as I miss who I once was when I looked in the mirror.
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.
I was 24, almost two years out of college, when I realized I could combine my passions for creative writing and entrepreneurship with my third greatest love: dogs.
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.
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.”
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.