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
Category: Essays
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
Life is Unfair
My brothers would lay a couple of blankets on the floor and stick the “WWF Intro Songs” CD we owned into the stereo. We’d walk through the hallway to whatever intro song we picked and wrestle. Continue reading Life is Unfair
The Eternal Sunshine of My Spotless Mind
If we ever meet again, even if I don’t remember you, I don’t think I would like you.
Continue reading The Eternal Sunshine of My Spotless Mind
Book Club: Talking About Sad Girl Nation
Two things can be true at once. Continue reading Book Club: Talking About Sad Girl Nation
I Am That Person Looking For Signs
All we do is talk up to it and around it and away from it, too. Continue reading I Am That Person Looking For Signs
I deserve to be here, I deserve to be perfect.
I don’t love all of my life, but it is my life and I love a lot of it. Continue reading I deserve to be here, I deserve to be perfect.
Diagnostic criteria for 301.83 Borderline Personality Disorder, a journal entry
maybe things are getting better. maybe i am having fun.
Continue reading Diagnostic criteria for 301.83 Borderline Personality Disorder, a journal entry
Here Is A Thought: Maybe I Am Not That Interesting
I understand that it may seem a bit odd to say this, considering that I am about to spend the next 500-800 words navel-gazing — but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about accepting the heretofore unacceptable idea that maybe I’m not that interesting. What I mean to say is this: there are a lot of discussions about how we shouldn’t hold ourselves to the … Continue reading Here Is A Thought: Maybe I Am Not That Interesting
