Picture this: a crowd of rowdy teenagers, fresh off an overpriced and underwhelming supper of mediocre green beans and unseasoned white fish…
For about the past six years, I’ve been steadily gaining weight as I stepped out of childhood and into adulthood (currently I’m eighteen years old). As a kid, I was relatively skinny. I didn’t know that–I was generally bigger than the other kids; I compared myself to them.
Trigger Warning: Rape, Sexual Assault After seeing Brock Turner’s face on my news feed countless times, I started to feel exhausted. Then I realized it was because I didn’t want to hear about him anymore.
When I wake up on some mornings, I like looking at the light that parts through my purple curtains and high windows. It is simple, but it is really beautiful. I think that’s what light does. It can make the ordinary extraordinary.
Dear Clarisse, I am a white Latina living in Miami, FL. All my friends are Latinx and/or black, and I completely identify with Latinx culture. I have been wondering if I am considered a POC.
Pulling the tab up on the square plastic container, I tip some of the contents out into my hands. Truth be told, I actually hate mints. I hate the way they burn the inside of my nose when I smell them; I hate when my breath smells and I have to take one...
I’m a pretty blunt person. This theme has been knocking around my head for awhile, and I’m happy to finally share it with you all.
Art is an essential part of our existence; it enriches our lives and opens our minds. So what do you do when it becomes a source of unhappiness?
Many times, I encounter the question, What would your superpower be? My answer constantly changes. However, each time, I can’t help but remember my first answer: to be invisible.
Hello everyone! Nicole here. If you read my Editor’s Letter every month, you would notice that I was absent for March. Missing March made me really sad. Margins has been going through major changes behind the scenes, and I myself have been going through major changes! But I’m back with a great theme for...
Perhaps distasteful depictions of profanity have slandered its image, but street art at its core is the purest form of nonconformity and expression.
I wear makeup almost every day. When I was in middle school, makeup was a way for me to express myself. Frequently, I would experiment with weird eyeshadow colors and graphic eyeliner. It was fun to me. Now, I tend to default to more neutral, understated colors.