Wondy Idle
I'm a rock star in my room, kid.
Be Quiet and Accept the Compliment
Entitlement is such a funny damn thing I was nine when I started puberty, and from the beginning it was less a gentle blossoming into adulthood than series of car wrecks slamming into me. I had been prepared for a gradual series of far more pastel color changes. Nothing I had ever been told prepared me for the blood and the terrifying loss of control I felt. That same summer, wearing a tank top and shorts to the grocery store, my mom noticed a high school aged stocker staring down my shirt, and told him, “She’s still in elementary…Wondy Idle5 min read