
The Beauty Contest (a poem of scrolling)
Know you are beautiful. Know you are perfect in your body… flaws, flaws, wrinkles, stray hairs and all! Continue reading The Beauty Contest (a poem of scrolling)
Know you are beautiful. Know you are perfect in your body… flaws, flaws, wrinkles, stray hairs and all! Continue reading The Beauty Contest (a poem of scrolling)
All this shit has got me riddled with anxiety. I feel this constant simmering inside as I try to navigate my family through this changing world each day. Am I doing the right thing? Will my children be safe? …too sheltered? …too exposed? Continue reading I’m tired of being afraid