normal girls.

We were normal girls. We fell in love with boys, recklessly, hopelessly, and constantly. She would cry tears of mascara and glittery eyeshadow on the steps. And, we'd swear off them as if they were drugs. And, maybe they were, because we always found ourselves falling again. We worried about our bodies. We pinched our… Continue reading normal girls.


analysis of self.

I don't recognize myself anymore, who is this girl? I never look her in the eyes or tears will ruin her perfect facade of foundation and mascara and then everyone will know.   people say, "I love you." people say, "you're not alone." but I feel alone when they hug me, I feel numb as… Continue reading analysis of self.

Dear Someone XXXII

Dear Someone, He told me he could protect me. I looked him in the eyes, and said, "No thank you, I am capable of protecting myself." Because, just because I'm a woman, doesn't mean I'm weak. Just because I'm a woman, doesn't mean I'm looking for a protector. You show them you're not scared. You… Continue reading Dear Someone XXXII

Mommy, You’re Everything

Mommy, You're a taxi driver, encourager, a chef, teacher, dancing queen (when it comes to 80's music of course.) You understand my dreams and you push me harder to become the woman God wants me to be. You've taught me everything I know, how to love, work, laugh, read, write, cook, and of course, how to handle… Continue reading Mommy, You’re Everything