If you love me for my body, I swear that will make me happy.
It’s 7:49pm and I feel it. A pang of hunger ripples through my belly, questioning the portions I served myself for dinner.
Shame Sandwich
Personal essays, confessionals and thoughts from someone trying to dislodge the shame sandwich she accidentally deep-throated 17 years ago. Certified USDA sweary.
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Dearest Diary.
Honest thoughts from a tangled mind.
I wasn't properly socialized as a child.
And it hurts.
The art of being a cave woman.
I didn’t intend to be a cave woman. And I certainly didn’t intend to become good at it. Artistry and cave woman should never be seen dancing together, at least in the context that they are.
Dear Me.
I am feeling so fucking stuck right now. Right here with my feet firmly cementified in shit I didn’t even defecate. Stuck, stuck, stuck.
nice sensible deferential good girl
I do this thing where I start writing and then North Korea all over myself. Censorship. I’m talking about censoring the fuck out of myself.
How the hell hole are we half way through the year?!?!?!
The Lite Shame Sandwich ::: No. 30
I almost got myself fired this week.
And no, I don't want to live in a perfect world.
I’m a giraffe in a world of platypuses.
If you're my employer, you're legally not allowed to read this.
bad girl
bad bad bad bad bad