About Me

I own a green tutu. It has three fine mesh layers that overlay neon tufts of fabric and appears to be a fluffy, mini-fishtail. I strut when I wear it ’cause it’s kind of hard not to. Holding onto its innocence, I keep myself from imagining the day its waist will simply be too tight. It’s already a squeeze, but its playful ruffles tickle my thighs as I walk, and its humor makes me smile secretly. I hold onto a lot of things: jewelry my father gave me when I was still naive; an origami dragon my mathematics tutor made for me, hoping I’d grow wings. My heart twinges in regret every time I think of that moment I tried to throw my past and my feelings away – that little black journal where I spewed fiery anger and daydreamed of baby names and marriage, and maybe even started to be honest with myself. I hate that I’ll never get those words back.

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I am eighteen years old, and apparently I have a knack for remembering music lyrics, movie plots, and actors’ names. This isn’t surprising. Storytellers captivate me – it’s why I possess pages of quotes from television shows and short films, and transcriptions of much of the advice my grandma has given me.

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I broke my arm when I was in the third grade.

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I love dancing!

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I am currently majoring in psychology, and hope to earn a license as a psychologist in graduate school so that I can provide counsel to specific communities and treat patients.