Do You Regret Not Reporting The Boy Who Sexually Assaulted You?

I laughed it off at school and cried it out at home.

Dad, I Had Sex

I had just turned 18 and I was terrified of the life I had ahead of me.

Maybe I’ll Still Love Myself Anyway

So I took a deep breath, let my fingers trail over my body one more time, and thought to myself, that maybe I was allowed to love myself like this.

I Am Slowly Learning To Free Myself

I am learning to take the word ‘just’ out of my vocabulary when describing myself. I am learning that I am not just a woman or just a friend or just a blogger on Word Press.

Let’s Meet Again Someday

We’re in love. But we’re young. So let’s meet again some day.

Change

wildly craving to remain unexplained

You Are Resilient

You suffered through the storm of pain that poured down on your soul.