I’ve realized lately that my closet was functioning as a museum of expectations rather than a place of creativity and peace. But interestingly, it wasn’t just the past that was haunting me; it was the future. I caught myself staring at a row of ‘someday’ clothes — sundresses that felt like they belonged to a […]
I have this recurring daydream—a very specific, very digital wish. I wish that a holographic “before” photo floated constantly above my head, like a green plumbob on a Sims character. I want it there when I’m at the grocery store, or sitting in a meeting, or meeting someone new. I have this deep-seated urge for
I used to think of my body as a project I could eventually use for revenge. I had this specific vision of a “transformation” that would act as a final, silent weapon. I imagined walking into a room—a high school reunion, a grocery store in my hometown, a family gathering—and being so “perfect” that the
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I spent months in Europe. I walked through the streets of France, explored Germany, and sat by the canals in Holland. If you followed me at the time, you saw what I saw: beautiful architecture, interesting items, and even a photo of how Coke cans look different over there. You saw the buildings. You saw
She never could lose the weight, and she never understood why. She spent her years trying to get fit, skinny, or “healthy” for everyone and everything else. She was performing a role she never auditioned for. She wanted the doctors to stop blaming her biology for her every ailment. She wanted to prove to her
