When I was a child I scowled. My expression was a severe case of "Resting Bitch Face". I do not remember being very unhappy as a child, but I do remember not being overly happy. I simply existed in my life, experiencing moments of joy and moments of sadness, together intertwined the way kudzu vines … Continue reading You Will Probably Survive Your Messed Up Childhood
One of my favorite things about myself is my eagerness to listen. I am an empath, through and through. I love this about myself and I have absolutely no qualms with claiming this because it has taken years of hard soul work to become a good listener. And I'm nowhere near done doing that work, … Continue reading I’m An Empath, But I Will Not Beg You To Talk To Me
When I was 11 my best friend wore a pair of white tights to church. She had dark brown hair and Italian heritage. Thick leg hair stuck out through the tights and could be seen under them. She was so embarrassed. Everyone pointed and laughed and asked why her hairs were so long. She tearfully … Continue reading I Let My 9 Year Old Wear Makeup
I grew up knowing with absolute certainty one thing about my mother: she knew how to recognize useful people. For better or worse, she had a keen sense of who she could charm and how to charm them in order to get the most out of that relationship. My mother had a knack for befriending … Continue reading You Will Not Use Me – Being The Child Of A Social Climber
The first time I read the words, "pretty privilege" I knew exactly what it was. It was the reason notes from boys were never passed to me, but through me to the pretty girl next to me in class. It was the reason I was never asked to prom or homecoming and the reason I … Continue reading Pretty Privilege & Why I’m Glad I’m Fat
Reminding myself not to put a price tag on quality time with the ones I love.