Echo
Whenever I move, there’s an echo. One version of me following another, until the sound of her is completely gone…
Continue ReadingWhenever I move, there’s an echo. One version of me following another, until the sound of her is completely gone…
Continue ReadingSavannah’s life has slowly changed into one she doesn’t even recognize, one with her sister going off to college and her mother losing weight and starring on the television show Shake the Weight. To Be Honest is a romantic, complicated, and important story that captures the angst of teen life, the complications of family life, […]
Continue ReadingThe following is a featured 100-word story from the June Writing Challenge. The skin so sallow, eyes wide, full of so many words, words that can’t be spoken. I’d choke on them, you’d drown in them. Hair that hangs to hide what it can. My hands touching, poking, prodding, hating but trying so hard […]
Continue ReadingWhen I loved eating Junk food at the age of fourteen, I would always visit this food joint close to my house. It was almost always empty, with no bedlam or stampedes. I would place my order, wait, cross my legs, wait, and when my food would finally arrive, I’d leave, feeling as if I […]
Continue ReadingI’m fat. I always have been, and, honestly, I probably always will be. My jeans make a very specific “swishy” sound when my thighs rub together, and there are parts of me that resemble cottage cheese. Before you jump to conclusions, let me expand a little more. I’m fairly healthy, I have no chronic illnesses, […]
Continue ReadingIn the seventh grade, my friends accused me of being anorexic. It was supposed to be a joke. I didn’t know if I should have taken that as a compliment or been offended but, when people complimented me on how naturally skinny I am, it always gave me a sense of pride. It made me feel […]
Continue ReadingThey used to fling their words at me, mama, Reckless, harsh and cruel, And I used to suck in my stomach, I didn’t let them burrow into the folds of my flesh. They used to laugh at me, mama, Sounds so sharp, they wounded my spine, I tried to disappear, mama, But their arrows lodged […]
Continue ReadingSay I’m out of touch if you will, but I had never heard “Who You Are” by Jessie J before: “I stare at my reflection in the mirror: ‘Why am I doing this to myself?’ Losing my mind on a tiny error, I nearly left the real me on the shelf.” That intro, though. Right?! […]
Continue ReadingYou say you do not like the idea of bodies. Afraid of being nothing more than your weathered hands or shaky knees, I question whoever gave you the idea that this was possible. That you could be minimized to your eyes or your nose, your weight or your clothes, can I start a revolution? A […]
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