Make me thin, I told God. Make me pretty. I added to the list: Make me Annie.
I have spent most of my life hating the fact of having a body. It makes sense that my body would eventually start to hate me back.
Soon after I bought the game, I began to obsess over another map, one that also didn’t fully exist.
On some level I know the system is designed to break me down, but I feel guilty because I am good at letting it.
Am I ever going to know where I hope to escape to? I understand that I’m trying escape from reality, but I’m still not clear on what the destination is.
As a mother, feeling strong requires different abilities than the ones I had before becoming a parent.
The Lexapro were small and white; the generic was free under my insurance. More expensive were the plants.
The idea that a place exists where trans people are free to be in and around the water fills me with joy.
I was certain my appearance would mask my secret: that I didn’t belong.