I listen to terrible music. If you know a song that can be described as a strip club banger, please, email me the link. I’m genre-agnostic—anything with a solid beat and a shallow message. I’m not interested in Carly Rae Jepsen’s earnest pleas to run away with her or the…
Your body has stopped talking to you. For the whole summer, it hasn’t told you to sleep or eat or move or do anything at all. That has been your relationship with your body since you were young. You waited and it spoke to you, conveying information through pain and…
Last year, I fell on my face more times than I had in all the previous years of my life combined. Over time, my body became peppered with tiny bruises as I crashed to the floor again and again.
To be fair, the wounds were all self-inflicted. I was working…
