I was a very emotional kid. I was a people pleaser. I think this stemmed from being adopted - I think most adopted kids struggle with feeling unwanted - even the very fortunate ones like me who were adopted and chosen by amazing families. I worried about people liking me and would take it very… Continue reading The Art of Not Giving A F***k.
The warm evening breeze gently swept through my bedroom window bringing with it the smell of grass and what was left of the sunshine from the day. I watched the colors dance on the wall as the outside world had turned from gold to a cool lavender. I could hear the chorus of windchimes in… Continue reading Skin