This Sunday Miss USA 2017 was crowned. To think that there was a time where I once normalized this absurdity is odd to say the least. Beauty pageants are the slave trade of the female mind. The most evolved golden cage. The politicizing and capitalizing of… Read More
I jumped out of bed every morning when the alarm went off I was just happy that the nightmare of attempting to fall asleep the night before was over The anxious tossing and turning And the occasional getting up to tell my mother to lower… Read More
Her eyebrows took up 2/3rds of her face and her lashes seemed to be reaching for both brows in an attempt to shake hands, wave or high-five. All things that are impossible for follicles-either real or fake-to do. I heard somewhere that eyebrows are the… Read More
I don’t remember being a child. Yes, I remember the things I did and the feelings I felt, but my perception of the world has always been the same. I knew too much, but more importantly I cared too much. There would be nights where… Read More
