I. I am a paper doll turned into confetti and ashes. What I’m trying to say is: there are parts of me that have been …
My Salvation in Sleep by Chance Walsh
She’s an ashen statue, strung with celestial lights. We’re cloaked in smoke, do our mirrors deceive? I’m just some skin and soul soaked in kerosene …
“She’s a Ho!” The New Version of “Mean Girl” and Why It Should Stop
We live in a world of girl-shaming. In the words of the wonderful Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, we tell girls to shrink themselves, and we tell …
First Date by Courtney Birst
Women can’t drive my car, he said, adjusting his mirrored sunglasses. Because it’s stick? I asked. Because they don’t know how to drive fast, he …
you have boobs now and this means… by Lydia Wang
men sometimes stare means there are sizes and colors and you look in the mirror and barely recognize your own body morphing and growing. this …
PBR by Phoebe Lyons
That night, I slipped out of the house with my hair in knots and toasted my DARE officer with a Coors Light from the passenger …
Falling by Kiernan Norman
The past few weeks have been mounted in hot pink and mahogany. Hot breath, sticky and drooling, fogs up the glass and I resist the …
PEARLS for Teen Girls, Inc.: A Chain of Inspiration
It was a brutally cold morning when I met with my friend Elizabeth Mueller for a cup of tea at the library. As we chatted, …