Stop Asking Me To Smile

Some days, I’m lucky to get out of bed. To wake up into a world that puts me down, judges me, laughs at me, rolls its eyes at me, and makes sure that any moment I have confidence is fleeting. This isn’t just because I’m a woman, men walk into that world everyday too. Don’t... Continue Reading →

Trying Out Beautiful

One of my jobs is cleaning houses. The one I am doing this week is so beautiful, with old dark wooden floors and ancient door knobs. I couldn’t help but tell my photographer friend about it, how she just had to come take pictures of it. And it turned into a photo shoot that included... Continue Reading →

Don’t Talk About My Weight

I started sucking in my stomach before I wrote my first poem. I was nine years old and sitting in the living room at the house we had up in Lawrenceville, Georgia. Mom had just bought me my very first two piece swimsuit. It was bright teal with a sequined palm tree on the chest... Continue Reading →

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