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I wake up feeling like shit, what’s new. I drag myself out of bed to make breakfast or I don’t, whatever. I go into a lecture and stare at the ceiling for a little while. I have not had a shower. I buy a measly meal deal for lunch. I hardly do any prep forContinue reading “daily routine”

My mother used to make me a nightly glass of hot chocolate to put me to sleep. At first, the ritual started as an attempt to get me to drink my milk. I would refuse to ever drink a glass of normal milk, but looking at me, you could tell I needed the calcium. ByContinue reading “a nightly beverage”

It’s Thursday night and the room’s wavy because I’ve just had my sixth shot in a row bought for me. It feels like he looks at me like I’m the only girl in the whole room. Like I’m the most miraculous thing to ever enter his life. He leans in to kiss me and IContinue reading “fuckable.”

I first cried about my body when I was seven years old. Every day after dance class, my mum would take me to a nearby bakery and buy me a cookie. On this Saturday, my ballet teacher decided that the most effective way to get my leg higher in an arabesque was to declare toContinue reading “Cookies”

I’m six. I’m allowed to go to my aunt’s house by myself for the third time ever. All I have to do is turn left and take the lift four floors down and she’ll be right there waiting. I step inside the lift- I see a man. I turn to press the button. He putsContinue reading “97%.”