An essay about self love.
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An essay about rejection.
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This was a question of great controversy in my high school years. But first let it be known that I am a white female with mostly blond hair, which means the insecurities of body hair didn’t affect me nearly as much as some of the girls I grew up with.Read More »
How I used Instagram as a tool to regain my self- esteemRead More »
When I was seven, my best friend Madeline forgot to bring a hat to school and the teacher made her sit in the shade at recess while all of the other kids played tag. There was nothing I loved more back then than running around being chased. So instead of giving up the game to sit with her, I recruited my frenemy for the job (a freckled fiery red head who was much girlier than me). The two of them sat in the shade playing barbies while I ran my self dizzy with the boys… Madeline hated playing with barbies. Read More »
Run= steal, Dome= Blow job (defined as “a common phrase which is used as a more social way to say ‘give me head’“). So…you really don’t run dome? What? Like…you don’t give head? asked the sexually repressed boy that I had just began dating.*sigh*Read More »
[18 and discovering sex]Read More »