“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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The first person I told that my stepfather molested me didn’t hear me. Her eyes were glazed over, head leaning forward, attention span engulfed in late night TV. I called …
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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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August 2012
I’m sitting on the edge of my bed ready to burst into a mountain of tears. I leave for Miami in only a few days and I’m …
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It was my fourth time running to the bathroom to regurgitate everything I ate earlier that day. As I laid in my bathroom and prayed to the porcelain god I …
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