Kylie Scarlett
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Words are the closest thing we have to magic, with the power to both heal and hurt.
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Invisible Minority
Invisible Minority Kylie Dickinson “No offense, but it’s usually the Asian people who steal clothing.” It was a normal and completely average day at work. I was standing beside my co-workers, enjoying a much needed break from the chaos. Everything was fine, until that small comment slipped out of co-worker’s mouth. The drink in my hand froze inches before my lips. I think I might have stopped breathing. But the conversation carried on normally, even though an entirely racist moment had just occurred. I looked around the circle of my peers and no one was looking at me strange, no one was looking uncomfortable or concerned. No one had even noticed my transformation in attitude. I could not, for the life of me, understand why no one had asked if I was okay or had apologized. Then, like a slap to the face , it hit me once again: I don’t look the way I am supposed to.
By Kylie Scarlett4 years ago in 01
Netflix's "Clickbait" Makes You an Accomplice to Murder
Warning: Contains major spoilers from the show "Clickbait" "That absolute a-hole!" Following this proclamation from my couch, I had stomped off to the kitchen to rant to my partner about the show I had been watching and how the male lead totally deserved what he had coming to him. My partner could not understand why I was so angry at a character from a television show and what in the world could have convinced me that they should kill off said character.
By Kylie Scarlett4 years ago in Humans
How my Dog Helped me to Love Life Again
How my dog taught me to love myself again As I pull my t-shirt over my head, the sinking feeling drops to the pit of stomach and makes itself comfortable. I look in the mirror and tilt my head left, then right as if changing the direction would recalibrate the way my body looked in my jeans. The thought of walking down the street to grab a coffee was daunting. How many people were going to stare at me? How many people would be thinking about how much I weighed or how I looked? Judging me. I would instantly rip the clothing off, sling back on my pajamas, and hurl my body back to bed, wallowing in my own self-pity and fears. My anxiety would always get the best of me, and it would always be near impossible not to give in to those little voices telling me I shouldn’t leave to go for something as simple as a walk.
By Kylie Scarlett4 years ago in Petlife
Return to Sender
Return to Sender The cardboard was slightly damp, and the corners were beginning to crease. I placed the box on the countertop, not paying any mind to the sopping puddle that was forming beneath. I reached over the sink and heaved. I ran the water over my mess and wiped the filth from my lips using the back of my hand.
By Kylie Scarlett4 years ago in Fiction
