Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
While you were away I walked through shadows disguised as glass I danced alone I learned that I could feel, be just as I am While you were away freedom delivered me to heaven. I found my voice spoke for myself, enjoyed the words said them again and again While you were Read more
1976. I am 6 I have 2 mothers, 2 fathers, 3 sisters. Bernadette is my fairy godmother mom, my nanny during the day. She loves me like she loves her own children, Laure, Valérie, and Géraldine. I love them like I belong with them. They belong with me. We are Read more
I savored each glossy page, mistaking the world contained within you for reality. As I looked at “who wore it better” and “baby bump or burger” you taught me my first lessons about my body. You showed me that life was a competition, and to win you needed a toned tummy.
“You’re beautiful, babe” the message said. I realized I’d been smiling up until the second I read it. “Please don’t call me babe,” I muttered to the computer, hitting dismiss with conviction. These kinds of comments aren’t unfamiliar to a south Florida girl who tried to model a little and Read more
I was recently in a Spanish class at some language school in Manhattan. I signed up with the idea that I could start becoming a polyglot, given that I know the German language already. But no dice. Immediately upon starting, I became frustrated with the class due to it being Read more
How can you lose 200 pounds and still feel fat? I don’t know. That’s a question I still ask myself. Why, when I lost all that weight, do I still look in the mirror and see that same sad, overweight woman? I know … I lost a lot of weight, Read more
Fatally and flawed, beautifully broken. Every step you take, every thought you think is a miracle in itself. Do you have any idea how miraculous it is that you are even here? So many wish they could be where you are? Doing what you do? Do you know how many Read more
A rainbow flag hung outside above the church. Inside, I was naked. I’d removed my glasses so the room was fuzzy. I couldn’t see them, but I sensed the pencils scratching away at paper, trying to capture my nineteen-year-old curves. The only thing in focus was me. I looked down, Read more