12 years ago
“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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12 years ago
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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12 years ago
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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12 years ago
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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12 years ago
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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