Vinny chats me up as one can do in 8th grade (as boys can do in 8th grade), and says, “Girls look better with their hair down.” 10th grade: Allie tells me over pizza in a torn up, faux leather booth: “People think you’re really pretty.” “Take the bait,” they whisper. “We areContinue reading “My Body, My Choice”
Category Archives: soccer
after the game
when all I want to do is scream about the patriarchy but I know I’d just perpetuate a stereotype what am I supposed to do when I score a goal on you and you act like I’m a tree whose branch luckily swayed in the right direction what am I supposed to do when IContinue reading “after the game”
Surrender
When I was younger my doubt came in the form of a size 4 black and white soccer ball “Can I win, can I beat the player these coaches have formed inside of my head?” I wrote and I wrote and finally I forgave I created a new reality of real-life-results and they stuck. TodayContinue reading “Surrender”
Reaching Joy 