These flats represent the person I would like to be. Tomorrow, I’m taking them to the consignment store, because I think they might pay me for them. They’re new, barely worn, vibrant, and, I suppose I should add, terribly uncomfortable. Feet-blistering. I am supposed to keep wearing them mindlessly, because they are pretty, and I … Continue reading Fantasy Flats
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On the day I realized my life was a political statement, I was sitting in the dermatologist's office, a small, white-walled exam room covered in pamphlets featuring beautiful women with clear skin. I'd sat on the same exam table a thousand times before; it's something I've been forced to do since acne colonized my face … Continue reading This is about what the doctor said next
I always wondered what it was like, before I was born. I suppose I couldn’t see or feel anything. But I can’t imagine a lack of vision and feeling. When you’re human, all you do is see and feel. Geometric figures dance when you shut your eyes in the dark, in colors both vibrant and … Continue reading anthropomorphism