How dare you make me feel bad, for not loving myself. Yes, you, you in the mirror. You across the table. You, on my phone, telling me about your concern without... actually... asking... me what it is that I need. How dare all of you. I don't have to love me. I don't have to … Continue reading I Don’t Love Me, So What?
I'm better, at saying no to your eyes. Every time they enter my mind, all I hear is the no slip right by. It falls over my lips the way I love you once did. Full of the grace, of everything I have to give, when your face comes to the fore, no, is what stops … Continue reading Learning a New Word
It hurts. It hurts to type, to move, to sit still. It hurts to talk, to be silent; it hurts to look in the mirror and see me. A year, and I don't recognize the blue grey eyes in the physically disjointed reflection. She never existed before. He never existed before. We always existed. To … Continue reading Rising Sun
When I was in college I regularly attended counseling sessions at the (be shocked) the counseling center. Every time I went I had to fill out a form identifying who I was, how I was feeling etc etc. The form asked me to identify my gender. Each time I would cross out gender, write sex, … Continue reading Living Truth