Why are women made to feel like we need to mask our 'imperfections'?
In the liminal spaces between the two withins, bodies talk, through touch, speech, taste and sight.
This poem is about every girl who has been forced to bow to rigid ideas of beauty.
At the age of 22, my heart took me to bed. In my state of confusion, of loving so many people, I hoped I loved them like I did the …
Everyone else’s love letter becomes a story, but theirs is a headline.
A comment on the declining standards of the media.