I wish I had been beautiful
If there is such a thing as emotional-maturity-backsliding, and I believe there is, I have been doing it in spades […]
If there is such a thing as emotional-maturity-backsliding, and I believe there is, I have been doing it in spades […]
God doesn’t make mistakes. This feels like a peculiar way to begin a post that is sure to ramble from
I’ve been thinking lately about the first time someone called me fat. We were in our high school parking lot,
For many years, displeasure with my appearance circled me like so many moons. It hung in the air, oppressing me
I participated in a seminar on Gender, Media and Society a few summers ago, and it ruined my life. It