I have rarely been called beautiful. Beautiful is not for girls like me, so I have been told. I have felt beautiful a few times
I wondered today, as I weighed and measured myself, what it would be like to be free of all this. To just be done with
My body carries the adornment of its experiences. The permanent crease of my brow as it has furrowed, years of squinting because of eyesight less
A rerun from a few months ago but a good one and it’s fitting for today… A love letter, from me… to me… because really,
Introvert. Out-going. Two words that seem to contradict each other yet I consider myself to be both. An introvert is generally seen as someone who
November is my birth month and I’m not usually a big celebrator of my birthday but this year I’m feeling a different spin on it.