the moment I pressed send–{on saying yes and saying no}

I remember pressing send and feeling so many emotions well up inside of me. I felt powerful and weak, exposed and vulnerable. I felt beautiful and ashamed, scared and worthy. It felt like a rite of passage to send such intimate photos of myself simply because someone had asked for them. Like I was finally […]

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you are eyes squeezed tightly {poetry}

Initially, this was a tough piece to share. I’ve sat down in an attempt to write a letter to the people who hurt me when I was little a thousand times. And a thousand times, all I could ever write was “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” Less than therapeutic. A few […]

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