Does someone carve out time for me like I do for them?

Cold. That’s all I feel.

Heat radiated between our bodies, so I took the liberty of tossing the heavy quilt to the side.

At some point, birthdays began to end in tears instead of stomach aches from store-bought cake.

I want to be a woman named Kaitlyn…

I bought some lacy pjs from a woman who looked about my age.

I’m afraid of dinosaurs.

I lie to myself a lot.

“Do you think true love exists?”

My body is a statue of light-colored flesh, draping with folds and creases that keep me alive, that keep me going, that keep me sane.

Every day, I do hard things.

You say you love the way I taste…

When I was 14, my doctor told me she was concerned about my weight.

I thought I had too much before we arrived, but looking around at the glistening faces, drunk off of joy and laughter and tequila, I feel a little behind.

We all have scars, but they don’t have to be physical to hurt like hell.