The end. I think.
I shut my eyes firmly and through gritted teeth muster a weak, “you can do this.” I’m in some twisted out-of-body experience watching myself push a shiny needle into my stomach, forcing the medicine deep into the fat. I could feel the liquid searing pathways through every layer of skin and a lightheadedness begins to creep behind my eyes. “Snap out of it, this is just the beginning.” One down, 13 more to go. I’ve had four surgeries in two years. Three out of the four…
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Searching for Red
The first time I wore red lipstick I was in the 9th grade. I remember initially feeling nervous that my classmates would think it too brazen or uppity, but those feelings were quickly assuaged as I noticed the looks I received were more of wonder and awe. And just like that, at the early age of 14, I had uncovered the power of the famous red lipstick— a historically tiny weapon that for many has been a symbol of rebellion. And what better age to rebel?…
Read MoreA much needed film photo dump
No need to include a long-winded description. Simply put, I have a lot of photos, and here is a much-needed photo dump of a few of my loved ones.
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