Becoming Girlhood

How it Feels

How it Feels

I can’t tell you much about always. I can only tell you about seventeen years. 

How it Feels

I can’t tell you much about always. I can only tell you about seventeen years. 

Violence and Fragile Victories

Violence and Fragile Victories

She wants to take your spot, you remind yourself. She wants to steal away your dream. Your freckles are lovely, you say to her, and a smile blossoms on her stained lips.

Violence and Fragile Victories

She wants to take your spot, you remind yourself. She wants to steal away your dream. Your freckles are lovely, you say to her, and a smile blossoms on her stained lips.

The Presumed Worth of "Pretty"

The Presumed Worth of "Pretty"

If beauty is all we are meant for, we would not cry. We would sit with faces frozen into grimaces. We would never grow into wrinkles, I suppose. Our smiles...

The Presumed Worth of "Pretty"

If beauty is all we are meant for, we would not cry. We would sit with faces frozen into grimaces. We would never grow into wrinkles, I suppose. Our smiles...

Words Worth Feeling

Words Worth Feeling

In the moments of desperation and the moments of confusion; the joyous moments that we dance and we stomp, and the minutes we feel so absurd we must scream. Our...

Words Worth Feeling

In the moments of desperation and the moments of confusion; the joyous moments that we dance and we stomp, and the minutes we feel so absurd we must scream. Our...

That Balcony in Verona

That Balcony in Verona

Romeo and Juliet, both inevitably and tragically, die. That balcony in Verona comes to a crumbling end. But inside us, something disgusting and turmoil-inducing begins to rise.

That Balcony in Verona

Romeo and Juliet, both inevitably and tragically, die. That balcony in Verona comes to a crumbling end. But inside us, something disgusting and turmoil-inducing begins to rise.

A girl with a thoughtful expression stands at a pathway, surrounded by pillars designed to push you in a specific direction. Her blog captures the essence of her girlhood journey.

When The Girls Devour Girlhood

The first lesson I ever learned was how to write my 3's. First, I wrote them backward. Then, to my dad's chagrin, I constantly wrote them with swirls in the...

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When The Girls Devour Girlhood

The first lesson I ever learned was how to write my 3's. First, I wrote them backward. Then, to my dad's chagrin, I constantly wrote them with swirls in the...

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