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Why Should I Shrink Myself Just Because You Can’t See My Worth?

There’s something deeply painful about a woman who has storms within her soul and a smile full of sunshine, and is then said to be too loud. Too loud. Too emotional. Too ambitious. Too much of everything. But somehow, not enough. The story is about this woman. The person who writes

“Your Daughter Will Write This Letter Too, Unless You Break Her First”

A Mother’s Agonizing Confession She is sitting at the foot of her daughter’s bed, watching the gradual rise and fall of her breath. The moonlight pierces across the curtain, creating stripes across the girl’s skin like prison bars. The mother’s hands begin to shake. She’s committed a crime that’s

The Letter From the Past, which Didn’t Come

You’re sitting near the bed’s edge, with your fingers sweating as you press the pen onto the paper. The words pour out like blood dripping from an old wound. They are thick slowly, inexplicably. “To the woman, I’ll become,” you write, “run before you recognize yourself in

“You’re Not the First Version of You”: Identity as a Patriarchal Edit

She discovers the letters in a drawer that she does not open. They’re neatly stacked, with each envelope marked with a date she isn’t sure she recognizes. The handwriting is hers, but it’s not quite. The letters’ curves are soft, and the pressure is less like someone who

A Letter to the Girl Who Thought She Was Going Crazy

Hey, you’re welcome! You’re the one who is sitting here right now in a tense state, unsure whether you’re imagining it. The one who’s been told often to be “too sensitive,” “overreacting,” or “misunderstanding” that you’ve begun to believe it. The doctor explained that your discomfort is “just the result of stress.

Don’t Trust the Woman in the Mirror-She’s One of Them

The first time she heard it, she laughed. A breathy, nervous sound the kind you hear when you’re unsure if you’re dreaming or not. The woman who was in the mirror had her face, freckles, and the same tired eyes from many hours of studying feminist theories. However, the

Life’s “Priorities Vs Cost”

Life doesn’t come in a book. It is a matter of time. Time rewrites your priorities. “ I find myself thinking a lot during quiet times, such as when the house is still, the children are sleeping, or the phone has finally stopped buzzing. In those moments of silence,

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