Freelance Writer. Freelance Make-Up Artist. Teacher. Wig & Make-Up Designer. Coffee, dogs & pop-punk are my life.
Old Photos & Reflections
Trigger Warning: Eating Disorders and Body Dysmorphia I do not know who I am anymore. The woman in these photos is someone I knew once.
Learning How To Feel Again
Some nights, I choose to do my dishes without wearing any gloves. Though I know my hands will not thank me for this choice later, I know that sometimes, this is the best thing that I could do for myself.
Bitterness & Trust
I bit into an apple that I thought was still fresh. I thought I had more time to enjoy it. My teeth sank into the core— Rotten.
What I Am Searching For
What I am searching for, They already have. There are no vacancies here. Yet, I am always coming up empty. I like to write about how society tries to force us all into one box and how we should fight that with everything we have.
It's One of Those Nights.
It’s one of those nights. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. I cannot meet my own eyes. I can’t face the truth. I cannot bear witness to this face.
I want to disappear into this cup of coffee. I want it to swallow me whole. I want the heat to spread through my body, penetrate my bones, and bring me the relief that I have always been so desperately searching for.
Getting Burned By The American Dream
I want to bake an apple pie, and eat the whole goddamn thing. There were never enough slices of the American Dream for everyone.
Tell me what it’s like to be a rainbow and have all of your colors shine so brightly, And I’ll tell you what it’s like to be a hurricane, constantly drowning everything you love in your own pain.