I am done being good for the sake of being good, for fear of being disliked or unpalatable or alone. “Good girl!” I see 8-year-old me, who, in turn, sees her mom sitting at the end of a bar. She is saying it over the top of a Jose Cuervo margarita, smoldering Marlboro 100 Light dangling […]
My whole life, people have been telling me I’m “too much.” Bullshit. The first time I remember feeling like people were afraid of me, I was 6 years old. I was at the dinner table, and I was mad about something – whatever 6-year-olds get mad about, probably some perceived injustice having to do with my being […]
Over the almost 40 years that I’ve been on this planet, I’ve absorbed the message — whether it’s about my hair, pale skin, or the size of particular body parts — that I’m too much. I was an unusually hairy kid. For me, it was the thick, black hair that blanketed my milky white legs […]
