I want to be perfect so you’ll notice me.
I will cut my hair,
Change my clothes,
Say hello, 
If you will notice me. 

I’ll dance around my room at night,
Write dozens of poems about you that you will never read,
Sing songs about you,
But I will never tell you how I feel.

I’ll wear makeup,
Restrict how much food I eat,
Exercise for hours to stay…read more

To my 13-year-old self:

It was late one October evening.
I still remember the site of the blood.
And I can still feel the sting of my tears rushing down my face.

You were bullied relentlessly at school,
And your stepfather was an abusive alcoholic.
You were made fun of for your clothes,
And for your choices of friends.

Your mom would argue…read more