a love letter to my future self; in the form of free-verse poetry

“I don't feel like myself when I look in the mirror anymore” “Me too”, I say, with a sense of comfort. “I keep beating myself up over th

The majority of my childhood passed with my nose buried in the latest book I could get my hands on. But unlike Peter Pan, I did grow up.

On my 18th birthday (well, kind of), I baked my own birthday cake. Cost-effective? Nope. Delicious? Not really. Empowering? Definitely.

Tw: Eating disorders Dear Mrs. Therapist, I write this to you at two o’clock from the carpeted floor of my closet- for this is the only...