The below is something a performed at coffeehouse a little over a year ago. This came about because I wore a panda onesie around campus for a day for a project. (The project was based on people’s reactions to the panda suit.) However, looking at reactions wasn’t good enough for me, so I posted anonymously on YikYak a question. Oh yes, I was the person who started this conversation about myself. But man, you guys made it weird. Continue reading
You could’ve seen the title and thought, Oh, God. Another goddamn hairy feminist. I’m able to say this because at one point I probably would’ve thought this. Continue reading
I realized the other day that–for the first time in my life–I know how my friends take their coffee. Continue reading
One answer: WHEN YOU HATE ANY MAJOR ASPECT OF IT. Continue reading
I feel like we all have those “this isn’t how I thought my life would turn out” moments. My most recent one found me as I made a boca burger at 10pm then climbed the stairs back to my room to wait for the results of a flash fiction contest.
I turn 20 in 9 days. This is something that I didn’t think would happen. Continue reading
When I was in eighth grade, I was going through what, up until that point of my life, the worst depression I’d experienced. With this, came this crushing self-loathing that made it almost impossible for me to look at myself, let alone find beauty in myself.
One day, I said, “Okay. Just find one thing about your body that you can like.” Continue reading
I had a terrific nostalgia attack today. A district-level Power of the Pen tournament was held at Mount Union, and I had the opportunity to help judge seventh grade’s best of rounds. Continue reading