The photo was taken by my father after I was sick of seeing him and my brother working outside shirtless and decided I wanted to be outside shirtless. I was born a feminist (thanks Mom).
Sometimes I feel at war with myself, but I know that’s not how I should feel. War within the self is a confusing paradox. It has to be civil war since it’s all within the same body, but it seems impossible to be at a war with oneself when you can’t live with an uncrossableContinue reading “Fester Factor”