For as long as I can remember I’ve struggled with not liking myself. Society teaches us we must look and act a certain way or else we are not beautiful or worthy of love. I’ve grown up believing everything society taught me. I learned to be ashamed of the numbers on the scale, of theContinue reading “A Promise”
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Voices of A Family
Nights left alone, whispered screams reaching through walls to young ears. Mother, eyes glued to screens, body morphed to cushion. A sharp tongue cuts at the little voice tugging on soft sleeves. Father, beer cans, whiskey bottles white knuckled. Cigarette in one corner, joint in the other. Ravings of madman answer the little voice atContinue reading “Voices of A Family”