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Will I ever be someone's Valentine?
Longing for what others had When I was in the 4th grade a girl in my class received a box of Valentine's candy from a 5th-grade boy. She was about to turn 12 was fully developed and more mature than the rest of us 9 and 10-year-olds so it seemed appropriate that she was the one. She had breasts, wore a bra and had hair underneath her arms and I saw her as the image of what would befall the rest of us in a few years.
Cheryl E PrestonPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsI Died at 17
I was 17 and had no personality. I had let go of my dream of being a fine artist, so I could avoid being labeled “the kid who can draw.” I hid my music taste because I didn’t think mainstream pop music was "cool enough" for coming-of-age Black-American teens like me. I also allowed the identity of being an identical twin define me.
keenan xenPublished 2 years ago in Confessions5 Things I Wish I Could Tell My Mom as a 30-Year-Old Single Woman
My mom was my first best friend. She brought me up as an individual and never as a girl who would live most of her life with her in-laws. She made me trust books and skills over looking pretty.
Rashmi GPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsThe lifeguard who saved me.
When I was a young girl at the age of 11, I was swimming at the beach with my mum, dad, older brother and younger sister. It was our Friday Ritual, it’s just what we did. Every Friday after school we would all pack into our white Toyota Corolla and head down to the beach. We would take snacks and sit on the beach with each other, eating, laughing and just enjoying being together.
Summer RaynePublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsWhen I was 13 years old I met my first love
When I was 13 years old I met my first love. It was the kind of love where you see a stranger across a crowded room and say to yourself "that's the one"
Amilia HunterPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsThere’s No Music On My Headphones!
My name is Angel and this is my autistic confession. If you walk into the break room at my work while I’m having lunch, you may notice that I’m wearing headphones. The headphones are usually connected to my cellphone.
Angel MannPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsMy Mother’s Daughter
Being my mother’s daughter is a fate that I have inevitably been enveloped by. The harsh bitterness of the realisation that I was not only kin to my mother, but a reflection of a stepping stone in her life. I am my mother’s daughter and this thought torments my soul, and destroys my past self. I had spent years trying to run away from the legacy left by my mother only to find myself staring at her in the mirror.
Tilda CollingPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsDoes a Kiss Change Anything?
Sure, I was the kid with the winning smile, the young heart who talked too quickly and too loudly of the love he owned and wished to give away. Religion changed that. When I was twelve, Mrs. Braebrooke told me that Jesus found life difficult because he believed in honesty and faithfulness and that having a generous spirit led him to be abused, scoffed at for His gentleness. So, I and my winning smile thought it was time to find another way.
harry hoggPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsYou Are The Hero Of Your Story
Dearest You, The idea of writing to my biggest hero seems quite a daunting task. To whom would I write? The musicians who made life worth living for all those years? The authors who gave me a place to hide when I needed an escape? Those who I created in my mind as to not feel lonely? Who is my biggest hero? And it came to me; you. You are my hero. You, the disjointing, crumbling, soft girl perpetually in shambles. You, the resilient force of nature brought back from the ashes. You, in every shade in between. You, me.
Shae MorenoPublished 2 years ago in Confessions- Third Place in Sleep Resolution Challenge
Why I’ve Resolved to Read FEWER Books in 2022
I don’t actually need to know who the killer is TONIGHT. Whether it turns out to be the meddling neighbor, the shy professor, or the uber-supportive best friend, it will still be that same person tomorrow—after I’ve had a good night’s rest.
Lissa BayPublished 2 years ago in Confessions Curses and Cures
Friends, it has been a week! I wanted to write you an emotionally charged story about something inspirational and life-changing, but what I have for you today is a story about curses and cures.
Rose Loren Geer-RobbinsPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsSorry I Ate Your Face
Ever have one of those social mishaps you’ll never forget? Ever become so mortified you think you might die from it? Yeah, me too. In fact, this little episode was so humiliating that I thought I might literally die. Yes, literally. I could have choked to death, but in that moment, I felt dying might very well be the less awkward option. But now, two years into COVID, I find I’m nostalgic for those discomfiting moments that can only occur when we meet in person. And this truly embarrassing tale is from ‘the before times’, when we could participate in ‘meet and eat’ events.
Catherine KenwellPublished 2 years ago in Confessions