Before I'm A Writer, I'm Definitely A

And I Began To Let Him Go. Hour By Hour. Days Into Months. It Was A Physical Sensation, Like Letting Out The String Of A Kite. Except That The String Was Coming From My Center.

You Manufacture Beauty With Your Mind

My Mother Is From Cairo, Georgia. This Makes Everything She Says Sound Like It Went Through A Curling Iron.

The More Obsessed One Is With Getting Thin, The More Certain It Becomes That One Will Never Get There.

I Felt Deeply Tricked. Stunned. And Furious. I Also Felt My Default Emotion: Numbness.