self esteem

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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Daughter, I Failed You Today

Daughter, I failed today. I’ve been a hypocrite. You may only be 3, but I work every day to teach you that your body is your own. Your...

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Do Not Read Until 2037: A Letter to my Future Self

Well, hello there old geezer! I hope you’re somewhat sane and still alive 20 years from now so you can fully absorb every word of this...

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YOU ARE MEANT TO READ THIS

You are an accumulation of every step, every word, and every thought you have ever had in your life. Think about that for a moment. Every...

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Day 156: On Knowing the Nine Justices. On Becoming a Feminist.

When I was 13, I let a boy violate me. I let him. Because I thought that was the only way he would love me. When I was fourteen, I let a...

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On the Way to a Red Hot Chili Peppers Concert

I sat on the train with my feet stretched out on the seat in front of me. Heavy rain fell on the platforms outside and on the tracks. It...

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Hey Now, Girl

Hey now, girl Don’t clench your fists when you walk down the street Please, just don’t Don’t look down and hide your pretty face...

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Being True to Myself the Artistic Way

For as long as I can remember I always felt compelled to unleash my talents to the world. My Grandmother nurtured my artistic talents by...

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January Flashback: The Butterfly Effect

I took a Method Writing class with the well-known Jack Grapes last fall, and I noticed a deep parallel with one of Jack’s writing...

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