What Are You?
I discovered that having a race, like having a gender, meant playing a social role. I was being categorized. Continue reading What Are You?
Category: Nonfiction
A Grand Vision
Masterchef is want freed of threat of its conclusion; Masterchef is life without fear of death. It is banal and unending. Continue reading A Grand Vision
I tried toxic positivity for three days and here’s how it completely changed my life!
We see it, we hear it, we know it, but do we live, laugh and love it? Continue reading I tried toxic positivity for three days and here’s how it completely changed my life!
Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
I am twelve years old when I realize I am different from the other girls my age. Continue reading Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
Coffee Mug
We stood in a circle in our high school’s dirt parking lot, passing a spliff. Continue reading Coffee Mug
Shotgun
We’d pause in parking lots, unfurling plastic bags of convenience store candy. Ninety-nine cents a pop. Continue reading Shotgun
What I Thought About Normal People
What if things go south and you’re reminded that there wasn’t even technically anything there to be upset about in the first place? Continue reading What I Thought About Normal People
My old pants don’t fit me anymore
I am in probably the most stable period of my entire life and yet somehow I am longing for a time where I was skinnier, but absolutely miserable. Continue reading My old pants don’t fit me anymore
Real-life Coping Mechanisms, Let’s Discuss
If you’re tired of being scared about the state of the actual world, perhaps try instead being scared of a haunted murderous lake woman and metaphorical mouse traps. Continue reading Real-life Coping Mechanisms, Let’s Discuss
Lovesick, Sick of Love, or Just [mentally] Ill?
I think of my experiences as being packed into a big, clunky suitcase that I haul with me wherever ago. This suitcase is kind of old and might be a little overstuffed, but it is mine to carry. Of course, everyone brings baggage into relationships — I just have a specific kind. Continue reading Lovesick, Sick of Love, or Just [mentally] Ill?
