Collections   My mother collects my conformities like tokens. She puts them in her purse to tell her friends about later. Things like how I finally got a real boyfriend, or that I bought a pair of dress pants from a real store.   I used to wish she cared more about my non-conformities, could […]

Confrontation Station

Upon reflection of confrontation, I realize it makes me want to run and hide, behind a curtain of my own paralyzing self-doubt. Not wanting to be too loud or unladylike, makes me question the feminist mindset of my mother’s generation and what percentage it ran at. Although I suppose it was harder to gain resources […]


Each day is a day you can change. They say. The memes, the Twitter re-tweeters, the fashion and fitness magazines. The painting with the quote on top. Change is difficult when most change requires money, or as I think about it, almost all things require money. Real change means to the masses new clothes and […]


Being stuck in a place where I am not satisfied is like always burning a fire, inside your own throat, allowing the ashes to scatter down to your heart. Always constantly comparing yourself to others is like dark poison that you are injecting into your own brain. You are stabbing yourself in the back. You are […]