“I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.” — Edna Mode Except I did. I was dressed perfectly. The wig. The pink silk chiffon scarf. A black dress with black kitten heels. The glasses and golden-brown lip to tie it all together. Why is it that in the comfort of my own place, … Continue reading Is it safe?
anxiety
Literally, who the fuck.
The first thing I see in the mirror is the Elephant Man. Acne scars—some light, some dark—dot my face like a constellation, and in my mind, I start to connect them. I chuckle. Now I really see him. The Elephant Man and I feel like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I roll my shoulders back, … Continue reading Literally, who the fuck.
30 days
It feels like a lie. It's not, but just because it isn't a lie doesn't mean it doesn't feel like it is. I've had these days lined up in a row so many times. They've added up to 60, 90, 120, and the longest was 548 days. But these 30 days feel like I've been … Continue reading 30 days
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 