As a kid, time feels endless; days stretch wide, filled with promises of possibility.

Exposed chests glistened with top surgery scars, sharpie slogans, and glitter—lots of glitter.

Propaganda I Will Not Fall For: Calling yourself old when you are 28.

Last year, I was watching Real Housewives of New York for the umpteenth time—I like background noise, what can I say?—when I had an epiphany.

your email finds me / clenching my teeth / bleeding / throwing up / Lezzing out

Dear New York, I’m leaving you soon.

Since childhood, I was conditioned to think that having kids is the marker of “adulthood.”

September always seems like the month of rejuvenation…rebirth?

Every day except Wednesdays.

I stole my boyfriend’s black corduroy cap with a white “S” stitched on the front over winter break, and wore it whenever my hair was a mess.

This is my first pride being more open about my identity and sharing parts of it with people.

In today’s day and age, it is not easy to find yourself present in moments with consumption being all around us.

Have you ever been stuck between feeling accomplished and unaccomplished?

Growing up, I always wished I had sisters.

Marriage. A thing we as women are supposed to strive to achieve in the minds of society.

Bras, those things the majority of wearers cannot wait to take off at the end of their day yet cannot seem to completely be rid of.

“And I Don’t Know Anything, Except that Green is So Green.”

“If a woman is having a problem between her belly and her knees, birth control is often the only non-surgical treatment option she has,” - Samantha Bee

Self-confidence has never been something that's come innately to me, and as I've grown older I've come to realize that perhaps for some, it never will.