This is going to be wildly uncomfortabe, but altogether necessary. Remember as a child, things seemed so black or white. In the movies we watched, and the stories we read there was clearly a right and a wrong. There was clearly portrayed the good guy, and the bad guy. It was easy to know who… Continue reading Growing Pains
"I stood motionless in the mirrored room, afraid even the smallest breath would trigger some involuntary reaction within me. Would I throw up? Would I cry? Would I lose control of my bladder? Or worse, if I moved, would he see me too, through the open window of the dance studio? His hair was much… Continue reading Faster. Better. Stronger.