KendaSuffocating.It is a rabbit hole you’ve fallen through but never hit the bottom. It’s smeared ink on paper, a murky smoke, never being able to make out…Jun 7, 2017Jun 7, 2017
KendaOn Having a BodyI am somebody… I am a body. I remember the first time I realized this. I must have been, at most, four years old, crying on my bedroom…Jan 28, 2016Jan 28, 2016
KendaWhy I will no longer be a passive bystander in a culture that hates body diversity.As I’ve been reminded in various job interviews recently, I have tried out quite a few career paths since college. My most recent job is…Jan 26, 2016Jan 26, 2016
Kenda“College will be the best time of your life” and why I’m telling everybody I was raped.College was supposed to be the best time of my life. I often found myself too lonely in high school and would pass the time by day-dreaming…Jan 26, 2016Jan 26, 2016
KendaThe Unbearable Weight of Being RecoveredFinding a way to live after recovering from anorexia and PTSD.Apr 6, 2015Apr 6, 2015