ED- part two

The lights flashed around me in a rainbow of colors. Music pulsing, bodies shaking, I stood in the midst of my first high school dance. The crowd whooped and hollered as the DJ spun a mesh of Brittany and Beyonce and Eminem and Jay Z. My best friends surrounded me and I could feel the electricity buzzing off of their excited forms.  I noticed nothing however. Not the music, not the dancing, not the lights, nothing. The only thing that filled Read More...

The Fight for Acceptance in School: Part 3

The walnut double doors opened with a friendly squeal. The sweet smell of pencil shavings mixed with paint chemicals greeted me as I bounded into the art room, a magical place of creativity and creation. I breathed in a sigh of relief- I was safe. The front board was a mosaic of paintings tacked to the board awaiting critique. I pulled up a stool in the back of the room behind the protective wall of three or so friends. And the Read More...

The Fight For Acceptance In School- PART TWO

                  The slightly spicy smell of new leather tickled my nose hairs. The satisfying squeak of unused soles on freshly waxed tile floors was my very own theme song. I glided into class, the shiny black combat boots hugging my feet as I went. It was the first day of tenth grade but I was so cool that I felt like a senior. My frenemy called me over to his desk with a wave of his hand. I had never Read More...

ED

Wake up; roll out of bed; slip into slippers; run to the bathroom; throw up. Repeat.             This is my routine- my religion of sorts. God has abandoned me so I have had to make my own. His name is ED and he lives in my head. At least that is what my therapist tells me.             No, I’m not crazy. I don’t have a demon whispering things into my ear like in some cult classic horror; ED stands for eating disorder.             Read More...

Teen Pregnancy

It’s 2 AM on a school night am I’m wide awake. No it’s not because I pulled an all-nighter for the History test tomorrow; not because I’m finishing my AP Psychology notes due later that day. No. I woke up this morning for the wailing two month old baby in my room.   11 months ago my life was more than normal. I was a straight A’d Varsity cheer leader with an amazing group of friends and a loving family. I Read More...

Played

From the moment that we are born, our parents, teachers, babysitters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, all encouraged us to play games. “There’s nothin’ better than a good ol’ game of Chutes and Ladders to cure a rainy day,” Pops would always say, slouched in his brown leather recliner while nursing a steaming cup of peppermint tea. “Why don’t you girls run along and play with your Barbies while mommy and I have a grown up talk,” Bubbie would often persuade as she stooped Read More...