During high school I was scrupulous in my pursuit of God. Enchanted by the idea of saving myself for someone special and keeping myself pure, I devoured books like “I Kissed Dating Goodbye” and wore shirts with catchy slogans like “Modest is Hottest.” My friends and I created accountability groups where we confessed unholy thoughts we had about romantic interests (which we knew would never come into fruition because our crushes were people we merely admired from afar).Read More
My drapes may speak to you and you may judge me upon your field of vision.
My build of human body may bewilder you, but only from a distance or a glance.Read More
Day after day.
Night after night.Read More
My father suffered from alcoholism. As a result, we all suffered. I was three-and-a-half years old when my parents’ divorce was final. My baby sister was still an infant. While some may believe toddlers won’t remember, I assure you, that is a myth.Read More
So I guess my change of heart could be summed up as this: that of an adoring, unconditional love to one of hate, and finally sympathy and distance. I guess some stories are incapable of having a happy ending for everyone.Read More