If only there were a way to just tell all of my problems to
and they’d actually disappear.
Tag: acceptance
Adaptation or Self-Destruction
Howdy! On my post yesterday I began a tiny rant about how people treat interracial relationships since I’m a card-carrying member of the “I Love Outside of My Race” club. It’s a somewhat frustrating existence, and frankly it’s only because I’m way too damn observant for my own good. Sigh.
Beauty
I never grew up thinking I was beautiful. I couldn’t recall a time my parents told me I was, but it was vastly unimportant. I was told I was creative and smart and funny and these were the qualities I wanted to build upon in my youth.
