I remember the first time I looked in a mirror and felt confidence in my appearance.
On the first day of school, my AP European History professor, standing before us in his Star Wars collectible-filled classroom and running a hand over his spiked, frosted hair, told us to cut everything that did not have value. He called this a key to success before rambling about life for forty-five minutes in a...
Picture this: a crowd of rowdy teenagers, fresh off an overpriced and underwhelming supper of mediocre green beans and unseasoned white fish…
April is the hardest month of the year for me. Repressed trauma banging on the door of my conscious, demanding to be let out is one of the reasons my most intense depressive episodes come up during this part of the year.
I open my eyes to sunlight streaming through the crack in the curtains and roll over sleepily to check the time on my phone. 10.38. I stare at the number for a second, then my heart drops.
My life is not an easy one for just anyone to live. This is not just me grasping for attention; the same thing can be said about anyone else’s life.
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.
An apology. All I really wanted was an apology, any sort of acknowledgement that you see what you did wrong to me.
you think I’m on my knees but I am not on my knees every step is preparation muscles slowly locking into place beneath bruised skin
There is nothing more ironic than a magical girl without great powers. Imagine if Sailor Moon never met Luna and never realized her true identity as a Moon Princess.
A few days ago: I’m working in class with a friend, and two of her friends—who I’ll call Friend 1 and Friend 2—are having an especially loud conversation near us.
I am overweight. I have been for over half of my life. I’ve had doctors, friends, parents and society constantly remind me of this. There is little room in society for someone like me to love myself. Until I was about 13 or 14 I always saw myself as a “thin girl” in a...