Be Happiness Itself

You’re Allowed to Like Yourself

I remember being in fourth grade, standing in front of my full length mirror next to the window with the light flowing in from the second story of our house, turning sideways to see what I looked like in my tight green shirt I bought recently from Target. I had just done sit ups on the hardwood floor because I knew that I had to make my belly stick out less if I wanted to wear that shirt that day.

When Grief Arrives, Don’t Shut the Door to Everything Else

I’m in a place that reeks of you.

The people, the music, the green velvet couch, the yellow velvet throne upon which I’m seated. The girl from high school who, one night, you told me you thought she was beautiful. And now all I want to do is talk to you. 

I have been wanting to write, but I haven’t known what to write about. There’s a near-full journal of ideas I could expand on forever that I…