Six Years Later
But if you asked me when the hardest time of my life was, I’d tell you it was in my three years in college.
But if you asked me when the hardest time of my life was, I’d tell you it was in my three years in college.
In the coming months, I will remember their absence again and again.
Alienation and brokenness abound. Redemption, mercy, and grace do too, although seeing them may take microscopic attention.
I can hear no seraphim.
If self-acceptance was so difficult for me, how could I expect acceptance of who I am to be any easier for other people?
My shorts were unprepared for a great DJ and a circle of people asking me to vogue.
Maybe I just need to get into something nerdier, like styling cosplay wigs or long division.
It was friendship at first hike.
How does one make her sister feel loved when their parents have set the bar so high?
It means so much to me that I can hardly bear to let other people know that I’m struggling to keep it afloat.