From A Wildflower Video Contributor, Andrew Quesada
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I don’t tell many people this story. A five year’s old version of her first racist experience isn’t very appealing. But since it is Black History Month and that’s the …
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Wildflowers Unscripted | Our writing challenge is finally here and for the month of February we along with Twenties Unscripted are challenging you – bloggers, instagrammers, artists, and tweeters …
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I was fifteen years old the first time someone told me that I was beautiful. I was jarred and taken aback.
No one had ever used that word to describe …
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I want to be perfect but what is perfect? And what the hell is wrong with me? You know what, nothing is wrong with me but I’m sure if I …
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Physiologically, we crave the foods that aren’t healthy for us because they make our brains feel happy. Since learning this, I wonder if we subconsciously indulge in the intimate experiences …
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I let him do it.
I let him put his hands into my two-day old twist out.
I let him dig his fingers into the curls, wiggle them as much …
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I’m sick of this E. You gotta do better with yourself. She sat across from me on the floor in my bedroom and said those words with a pained …
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“Chelsea would be cute if she was lighter”, he said.
It’s difficult to put it into words, but the mixed emotions that flood over me when someone says something offensive …
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He told me that he loved my hair.
How it felt against his cheek, lingering fragrance left on his shoulder, proof of my abandon. How it made a soft, …
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