self-hate

Day 302: Bye, Felicia.

I have written a million poems about my body. How she couldn’t stay in her lane, fit in her assigned container, listen to directions. How...

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Les Enfants Terribles

It is a true story my narrative of this grand prix night in 2017. I went out for dinner and drinks on Bernard street in Outremont. It was a...

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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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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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Too Fat to Drown

A distorted girl, too round around the edges no numbing mind still embedding into the malleable mush that her fat, clammy fingers cannot...

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A Young Girl

a young girl watches her mother faint from lack of food not because the fridge is empty but because her mother chooses to leave her belly...

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Loneliness

There are different sides to loneliness. Like a lover, with two faces. Sometimes it creeps up while you driving in a silent car. Other...

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I Feel Pretty with Makeup On

I haven’t felt comfortable in my skin since I was a teenager. And this is odd to me, because when I was a teenager, I was disgusted by my...

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In Murky Water

Beneath the murky water, she stares up at me. Her deceptive comfort lures me in. It’s all become so difficult, I scream. Tears forcing...

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BARK B*TCH

I think about renouncing my gender of woman often, even knowing it won’t change what’s happened to me already because of my womanhood.

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Black Sheep

Call me the black sheep, the could be the wanted to be but never was. Name me the backdrop, the shadow, the breakthrough that never did. I...

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La Joie de Vivre!

A few weeks after the Paris massacre of Friday, November the 13, 2015, I got my first tattoo. It’s the Eiffel tower centered inside...

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