I know the curve of my upper lip. It points with just a little bit of lipstick. I know my foot – how its arch is just a little too high for normal heels. I know my hair, it’s thick. My waist, it can get thick too. I know my voice and my knees. […]
Read more "I Used To Know Me"image by Stockarch. Gina and her friends were already in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of Chardonnay they had brought over. “Hey, Frannie,” Gina said, her toned arms opened wide. Her bronze summer skin glistened in the florescent light of the kitchen. Her jeans were skinny, her tank top tight. “Hey Gina’” I said, and […]
Read more "The Girlfriend After You Is Going To Be Easy"There’s nothing quite so awful as spending a week thinking you might have cancer—and knowing that even if you don’t, one day you probably will. The chances of cancer being a genetic risk in my family is pretty high. Even though my mom’s breast cancer was BRCA1 and BRCA2 negative, the fact she and her […]
Read more "Your breasts: Now in 3D"Someone else I know killed himself recently. This now makes three since May. I’m starting to become so used to this that one of my first thoughts was at least this one didn’t jump off a bridge. I’m not apathetic; I’m just so goddamn tired of losing my friends and I’m fully expecting yet another […]
Read more "Silence is Deadly"There was a time I looked down at the scars on my thighs and beamed with pride, as any child with a scar. The scars cut through the muscle to create indentations, one broad horizontal stroke on each leg midway between the knee and hip. I loved summertime because I could wear swimsuits and show […]
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