Taboo
You're welcome!?
I have a new friend. I’m not sure if I like her. She shows up when she feels like and she affects the way I behave in the world, the way I feel, and how I act with others. She wears a pink skirt and combat boots. You’d think with the pink skirt that she’d be nice, but those damn combat boots give her so much attitude. I don’t know if she is a friend or foe, but what I know for sure is that she is not going anywhere. She’s made that abundantly clear.
By Danya White5 years ago in Confessions
Somebody Else's Pregnancy Test
I was always the type of child who felt compelled to rigidly follow the rules. I did not lie. I did not cheat. I became incredibly stressed out if I looked over my mom’s shoulder while she drove and saw that she was going a few miles above the speed limit. I had exceedingly strict parents, and was given extreme punishments, even for suspected infractions which never occurred anywhere outside of my mother’s mind.
By Kijana Gantenbein 5 years ago in Confessions
I found lower than low...
... I saw her in the park just through the forest at the edge of my new property. My family had moved us into a new home, miles from our own, onto 2 and half acres of land that had quite a big garage. Teenage me was doing recon. "Nice shed. My parents will never use it, it could be a fun hang out spot… for the friends I don't have yet... " I started walking out of the forest that was half of my yard, put roller blades on and skated towards a small group of other teenage girls in the park.
By Sienna Shi5 years ago in Confessions
A (very) Bruised Ego
Everything I imagined it to be was not how it was I thought of connecting with others, sharing stories and holding hands in a circle. I imagined a bright white light shooting out of my third eye while I floated out of my body, attaining enlightenment like the Buddha.
By Nadia Iris5 years ago in Confessions
Katarzyna
Katarzyna This is one of my recent names. In my life I have used and still use many others. My brother called me Ynia. It was because once in our childhood I told him I was going to name my daughter in an unusual way. For example, I said I would give her a name starting with letter Y. In Polish, not a single word starts with this letter. I chose the name Ynia.
By Katarzyna Spellbind5 years ago in Confessions
Am I Enough??
Let's start off with this, i am a woman in her late 40's. Plus sized women and have always had issues with how i look and being self conscious of that. I am pretty enough for a man to take the time to get to know me. Over the years, i have grown to except myself for me, but those nagging thoughts are always there.
By Kirsten Ross5 years ago in Confessions
The Sly of Night
His black eyes haunt me. The texture and form of his white body fits with my own and yet we are breeds apart. I hear his call each day amongst a growing throng, attempting to lure me into his arms, but I resist. He urgently pulls at the soft white pillows and burgundy summer blanket temptingly from the darkness I can always feel his eyes watching my every step, the rise and fall of my every breath. I make a wide birth each time I pass his abode, knowing I’m helpless to his charms.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Confessions
A Trim of Triumph
Who knew that something as simple a task as trimming one's hair could bring such satisfaction? Not only does trimming the hair's ends defend against breakage, it is a symbolic act that is like releasing all your cares to the wind. In life, we encounter many tragedies and trials that weigh us down. Trimming the hair, or even cutting it completely provides an automatic sense of relief that is so esoteric. When life gets you down, cut your hair. It is a method of creative energy expelled through a pair of shears, bringing about a sense of change of the most indubitable proportions.
By Lynnette Walker5 years ago in Confessions
How do you stay thin?
I don't eat. If you want to know the truth. Women feel obligated to take up less space. This is one, among many, reasons I have felt, as I do. I remember the precise minute when I went from being a free-spirited young girl to that statement from a well-intended family friend saying, "don't eat at night, that is why you are getting so heavy". I wasn't “heavy" until that moment. Now I bear the weight of judgment.
By Tanee Welcome5 years ago in Confessions
