The opposite of fear

The night after posting my sex-piece, I woke up panic-stricken. My body was shaking in intense terror that completely overtook my inner child. The feeling was a mixture of anxiousness with a dash of helplessness and a stab of loneliness in a grand pool of feeling exposed and vulnerable. What if they don’t like me?… Continue reading The opposite of fear

Origins of anger (two)

Before you continue, read this part first. Standing in a simple whitewashed chapel, I have the body of a teenage girl. Fourteen, perhaps fifteen. I feel (or she feels) cornered, contained, humiliated. Tears are streaming down our face as we clench in mad rage. It’s not fair! The scream echoes in our head as the… Continue reading Origins of anger (two)