self esteem

Self-Care and the Art of Blending In

The word recovery has always frightened me when it came to my own mental health. How do I recover from something that is with me for the...

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A Letter to the Mistress, Who Invaded My Marriage

A little over a year ago, you inserted yourself into my world. I never had the opportunity to sit down with you face to face and have a...

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Who, you?

“Who, you!?” She exclaimed with a gasp, After I told her, I too, felt out of place Under watchful gazes in the tattoo parlor People...

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On Being Starstruck

So you want to be a poet you think you can punch in and out So you want to be famous wear Gucci and parade across catwalks with a book of...

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Her

A rare chance to leave work early, and pick my youngest child up afterschool. Parents I recognize only vaguely, cluster in the playground,...

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Scars

Proud muscle Battered and bruised A child, proud of strength And power That came with skinned knees and bruised shins Launching – Into...

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Falling Out

Will I stop disappearing if I get Botox, or whiten my teeth, or thicken my thinning hair with extensions? Will I stop disappearing if I...

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The Rise and Fall

When I was seventeen I dreamt of a great big life filled with a glass house on the beach, diamonds, pretty bad boys, fancy designer duds...

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The Hair There

The hair there keeps coming back, pushing through, endlessly, as if there is a message they have been trying to get to you, years now. But...

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Would a Broken Arm Cast a Pall on My High School Reunion?

If you had told me I’d be going to my high school reunion with a cast on my arm, I wouldn’t have believed it. After all, I was still in...

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I Won Second Prize in a Beauty Contest and Collected More Than $10

Since the day I could count, my brother and I battled dozens of times in family tournaments of Monopoly. Before each match, he would...

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Archives of My Mind

I’m the archivist of my mind But I lack the proper training to keep a clean house

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Why Can’t I Look Like Stevie Nicks?

Still, I believed I needed to look good to be happy. I worked out like crazy and tried to hide my bad teeth, which had been further damaged...

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I Was a Fearless Little Girl

I’ll never know if my mother thought that she might have had a cross dressing pre-teen son, or maybe she just thought that I was just a...

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Isn’t That What Friends Are For?

Decades ago, when I was in elementary school, I did have a few genuine friends. However, the so-called cool kids swiftly kicked us to the...

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Reclaiming History

Men’s words cannot define you anymore. Once, you may have let others tear you apart only to strike the final mutinous blow...

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Pies On The Sidewalk: A Gift Of Confidence From A Mother to Her Daughters

My mom never knew she had actually prepared me the best way possible. She died thinking she had failed as a parent who should have...

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I Could Have Been In Playboy

once this time when we had a nice computer and i was not so nice to myself i photoshopped my face turning muddy hazel eyes to blue turning...

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I’m Just Not That Into You: Breaking Up With My Best Friend

It was the first day of English class. Students were waiting outside the classroom, most plugged into their phone, others chatting away...

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I Saw Myself Naked Today

I saw myself naked today. Like most people, I typically take a quick glance at myself in the mirror after my morning shower—with a towel...

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My Relapse

April 11th, 2014, Rochester NY: It was a little after two o’clock in the morning; I was driving my car as steady as I possibly could,...

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The Shot and The Draw: Teenage Heartbreak

I still remember the feeling of my first heartbreak. I’m not talking about –you’re over there and I’m way over here-heartbreak,...

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On Letting Oneself Be Taken Care Of

As the eldest in a large family, I grew up taking care of others. Watching my younger siblings, I learned to develop a sixth sense; I...

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When I Was Twenty-One

Our eyes met across the smoke filled bar The Boss playing on repeat on an 80’s jukebox I was a big girl doing shots Laughing, dancing and...

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Day 218: Cumulonimbus

My daughter’s eyes are swollen and puffy-popped pink with 85% pollen and 15% heartbreak. The boy who has been calling her his for the...

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6 Ways To Find Your Smile

I never write something with the intention of invoking reactions. I write my truth – good, bad, and ugly. When something is on my heart,...

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