Loving Myself

I hugged her. And tugged at the back of her shirt gently. She loved that. But, she kept talking about how she hadn’t been hugged in so long and about how she missed being held and loved. I loved her. And I told her. I told her as I ran my fingers through her hair, … More Loving Myself

I Took a Walk

She hated interacting with people. And while she was walking, she considered that. She considered how hollow she felt when she looked into people’s eyes. She considered how some looked at her as though it was a challenge. She just wanted to connect. She wondered what they would notice first. Would it be her black … More I Took a Walk