No amount of Netflix bingeing could prepare me for my first authentic crime scene.
Any item loses its inherent value when it’s something that I’ve specifically asked for.
The totally humiliating experience of breaking-down in my slippers reminded me that not everything is under my control.
I simply don’t feel like myself in leggings and a t-shirt, and I cite a high value in the capacity of my clothes to express intricate and nuanced details about who I am.
In my transition from adolescence to quasi-adulthood, I feel that I’ve existed in a state of perpetual pageantry.
I’m done being seduced by small-plates, and I’m ready to demand the full-sized meal that I deserve