“And two years later, there are still bits and pieces of her that I am finding tucked in between the pages of my notebooks, hidden under my bed.” Omg!!! This is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! 🤩 It took my breath away.
Feeling you sister. Thank you for your raw vulnerability. You helped me release some tears that needed to flow. This journey is terrifyingly humbling, grateful for echos of light in the dark. Keep glowing my friend.
"I have spent years of my life occupied with how I might look in a stranger’s snapshot."
God, how I relate to this. I don't have any photos decent photos of myself between the ages of 12-18. I hated having my photo taken, didn't know how to pose my round shape, how to angle my legs so my thighs didn't appear smooshed and thick, how to old my back straighter or my neck further out so a double chin didn't appear. But now I'm older and while I still don't like my body very much, I have no images to remind me of what my teenagehood look liked and sometimes, I deeply regret it. A section of my life missing that I can't get back. I wonder what I would tell her now.
I sometimes miss the 9-year old version of myself who wore cargo shorts and scowled and played too aggressively in sports with boys because she didn't care what she looked like, or how she should behave more ladylike, and she loved life anyway. She enjoyed things without any care of how she SHOULD be. I wonder where all the confidence went.
as one of many fellow tree-climbing, nature-whispering, bruised little girls who have since survived the meat grinder of the adolescent female experience, your words hit so close to home and I’m so grateful to you for sharing them <3
"my softness is not a crime" is maybe one of my newest mantras. i can also still see the little one crisscross applesauce... which i still say when I sit like that... everytime! lol
Instant sub after reading this post. Your writing is ethereal; so poignant and transparent, and your experience is unbelievably tangible. Felt like I was reading the words of my own story. Every day I am reminded that there is nothing new under the sun, and that almost all pain is, in some ways, shared. Thank you for your words – so excited to watch you and this publication grow 🥹
What a beautiful and powerful piece♥️♥️
“And two years later, there are still bits and pieces of her that I am finding tucked in between the pages of my notebooks, hidden under my bed.” Omg!!! This is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! 🤩 It took my breath away.
Feeling you sister. Thank you for your raw vulnerability. You helped me release some tears that needed to flow. This journey is terrifyingly humbling, grateful for echos of light in the dark. Keep glowing my friend.
The chills that takeover my existence when reading such a deep reflection. Breathtaking to say the least. This is so powerful thank you.
"I have spent years of my life occupied with how I might look in a stranger’s snapshot."
God, how I relate to this. I don't have any photos decent photos of myself between the ages of 12-18. I hated having my photo taken, didn't know how to pose my round shape, how to angle my legs so my thighs didn't appear smooshed and thick, how to old my back straighter or my neck further out so a double chin didn't appear. But now I'm older and while I still don't like my body very much, I have no images to remind me of what my teenagehood look liked and sometimes, I deeply regret it. A section of my life missing that I can't get back. I wonder what I would tell her now.
I sometimes miss the 9-year old version of myself who wore cargo shorts and scowled and played too aggressively in sports with boys because she didn't care what she looked like, or how she should behave more ladylike, and she loved life anyway. She enjoyed things without any care of how she SHOULD be. I wonder where all the confidence went.
as one of many fellow tree-climbing, nature-whispering, bruised little girls who have since survived the meat grinder of the adolescent female experience, your words hit so close to home and I’m so grateful to you for sharing them <3
It's so unfair, how much we are conditioned to hate our bodies.
"my softness is not a crime" is maybe one of my newest mantras. i can also still see the little one crisscross applesauce... which i still say when I sit like that... everytime! lol
I don't really have any words right now. I'm going to be thinking about this for a long time. Thank you for sharing this. Sincerely.
I’ve only just now read up to “a single minor chord,” but I love what read. Every sentence had my attention.
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Instant sub after reading this post. Your writing is ethereal; so poignant and transparent, and your experience is unbelievably tangible. Felt like I was reading the words of my own story. Every day I am reminded that there is nothing new under the sun, and that almost all pain is, in some ways, shared. Thank you for your words – so excited to watch you and this publication grow 🥹