Her whole life, she was told she was “cool,” “chill” and all other manner of words alluding to a mostly… Read more To Be Deemed A “Cool Girl”: Not Compliment So Much As Being Categorized As A Doormat
Her whole life, she was told she was “cool,” “chill” and all other manner of words alluding to a mostly… Read more To Be Deemed A “Cool Girl”: Not Compliment So Much As Being Categorized As A Doormat
Just a little more. There. No, no, wait. Just one more daub of powder. Stand back, smile. No, it still… Read more Concealing the Unconcealable
If you had asked Graham five years ago what he wanted more than anything, he would have told you: to… Read more Will Locks of Hair Unlock A Heart of Stone?
When she was forced to come face to face with the Roman statue-like massiveness of her feet every so often,… Read more The Fictile Foot
I had promised them I would never grow up. That I would never change out of my childhood iteration. When… Read more Personal Pan
“Be so good that they have no choice but to notice you,” he was always prattling on, like some sort… Read more Tag, You’re Not It
“Don’t mind Ruth over here, she can’t stay out too late or she’ll miss her window for putting on her… Read more Old Bitch Cream
With the first consistent amount of sun of the season (if one can call anything a season anymore), Bianca–appropriately named… Read more Some People Are Tanning And Others Are Pretending to Work on a Rooftop
That patch, right there. That’s where it happened. That’s where he fucked me. That’s why this rooftop will forever be… Read more A Blemish Forever Emblazoned on the Hippocampus
She supposed her most colossal fear was getting so fat that she wouldn’t be able to notice if a fly… Read more Chill Blaine, Lest You Get a Chilblain