What it is like to go to college in New York
My first month in NYC, as documented on film.
It took me a year to find comfort in my new body. Through many tears and a constant cycle of binging and restricting until I found my vice. What I lost so many years ago to become an ideal, would now lead me to be a new ideal, my ideal.
Power in numbers. We stand united. Images and words from the Women’s Marches across the world.
Images and paintings that bring vibrance into dark winter days.
You’ve found yourself at the Messy Poetry Slam. Pull up a seat, and pull out your poem. You’re up next!
“I was so insecure. That is one of the main reasons we had to break up, I was so dependent on him for so much.”
a poem by Sofia about learning to love every inch of herself this past year
Chapter 4: “So I guess my heartbreak is, she had to stay across the country. I left her.”
If you’re a rat and a snake you can’t be friends because one day the snake will get hungry.