Growing up, I never wore matching socks. The only time I wore matching socks consistently was to soccer games, and that was because it was mandatory. On any given day I could be found wearing a green, pink, and purple polka dot sock on my left foot, and a gray, red, and yellow striped sock… Continue reading Mismatched Socks and Tightrope Walks
There was a time in high school when I had very little of the aforementioned topics. I did a very good job at disguising it (or so I thought) but my self-esteem and self-worth were very low, and I wasn't ever fond of my picture. When I was in eighth grade, I moved across town… Continue reading Self-esteem, self-worth, and the ‘selfie’
Recently, someone dear to my heart told me that writing was one of the best forms of therapy she could find through stressful or difficult times. As most of you know, growing up is definitely what I call a stressful and difficult time on a lot of days. This has always been something I wanted… Continue reading The first step is the hardest…
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