A price tag on my head

A scratch on the surface Nothing beneath, Price plummeting lower Unravelling the wreath. A dent on my side Breaking the flow, Audiences inhale The price takes a blow. A cut digging deep Slashing my form, Moved away from sight And into the climaxing storm. A broken shell Forgotten and lost, Hands breaking me further Until... Continue Reading →


To pluck, or not to pluck, a feminist rant

"Ew what the hell is that on your legs -" Oh, you mean the leg hair that fifty percent of the population feel they must scour off their skin, encase young girls feel empowered to accept their normal and natural bodies. "That's disgusting and unhygienic -" Actually, it's very hygienic, otherwise, men would be falling to the... Continue Reading →

“You should eat more!”

Let me start by saying that I have been very small since birth. Being a twin meant that from my first glorious breath I was a screaming, red, tiny baby that barely fit in an adult's arms without slipping, what they don't know is that my size was a ploy to slip and escape the grasp... Continue Reading →

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