Through the Looking Glass

We had mirrors growing up. Most people do. We had a mirror in the medicine cabinet, a mirror on my wall, round make-up mirrors sitting on sideboards. I’ve always loved the way sunsets dart from their silver skins like swifts, bursting orange onto unsuspecting walls. The first time I saw my adult self full length... Continue Reading →

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Young + Beautiful

Rosie. Fierce Feminist and Business Owner. 20. How confident would you say you were?    My self-confidence changes minute-by-minute depending on a multitude of factors. When I'm alone in my room, fresh face of perfectly applied make-up, pouting at my mirror, perfect lighting illuminating all the right points of my face, I feel fucking hot.... Continue Reading →

Miracle

  There’s a cobalt pulse shivering beneath my skin. A Y of rivers and rivulets.   A reservoir of worlds behind my eyes and the paths on my palms await pursuit. The lilac shells of my cut short nails cling to my fingertips like limpets on the shore and a row of pearls reveal either... Continue Reading →

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