Growing up surrounded by women of color, I always felt isolated by the fact that my body was different from those of the beautiful women around me. This poem was my moment of solidarity; my body is no one’s but my own and I don’t need anyone else’s approval.
GIRLS WRITE NOW: Two Decades of True Stories from Young Female Voices
She’s a 7.8
They were silent. I felt strong.
Opening Up
This year, Carlene and I have made it a resolution to begin opening up. I’m passionate about these pieces because they show our struggle asking for help, and how just a little effort can go a long way.
Happiness in Compensations
The day I see this, I will have achieved my happiness.
Loving in New Ways
Sometimes the best love is the one that can exist without words.
A Slight Misunderstanding
I wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. I was just being Joy, being ten at a restaurant and heading to the bathroom.