I Am Pretty.

I Am Pretty.

I’m pretty. I am really pretty. I am pretty and I apologize for it all the time. It’s taking everything in my power not to do it now. See, look? There I go again. The apologies and the excuses, I am so sick of them. Negating it when I feel less than...
flood the house.

flood the house.

Some would consider my sense of self image skewed. Hah. Image. That word…it sounds all wrong. I merely use it to articulate myself in a way that’s easily comprehended. But then…then there are those friends who know how to ask all the right questions, who want to...