Writing

Appearances are deceiving.

A Story by zoehambridge

Every time you look into a mirror you'll point out your flaws, things that are too big, too small, too flat, too round. You'll complain you have curve..

The Danger of Skinny

A Poem by Kaye Adell

This is me kind of ranting. I saw a news story about anorexia today and it kind of lead me to this. I'm also sorry readers if you feel like I'm chewin..

Please Fix Your Face

A Poem by Theodore Dixen

Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover

Striptease

A Poem by BrittanyHahaXP

A rap I wrote. It's not what I normally do but it was worth a shot. Tell me what you think!

Fattening

A Poem by DeadlySoul

I feel fat everyday, I try to fix it. But it works for a moment, but not again. I have no helpers through this. I complains all day long, but that wo..

One Entry at a Time

A Book by Pearlie

I collection of diary entries partially based on real life experiences and feelings. The main character, Emily, explains her insecurities and her simp..

Defeat

A Poem by Tanisha

The battle I have with self confidence everyday because of my childhood.

Mirror, Mirror

A Poem by R.M.W.

You simply whispered in my ear. All I had to do was fall.

we whisper amongst ourselves

A Story by Hey Hey Renee

Sometimes, when it’s late at night, the dark speaks to her.She lies in bed, curling into herself, watching the headlights from cars passing thro..

we'll be okay

A Poem by Hey Hey Renee

we werered nail polishcracking underpressure.we werethe peeling paintof the walls;the shiftingfoundation.we were once theknucklespopping loosefrom sag..

someday

A Poem by Hey Hey Renee

i remember the dayyou caught the windinside your arms andkissed its cheek oncebefore letting it go.you told me that ifi really loved him iwould let hi..

3 a.m.

A Story by Hey Hey Renee

it's 2 a.m. and all I can remember is the sound of your withering gasps and the clawing of the words up your throat. my alarm clock is one of those ol..

A Fat White Man and Racism

A Story by Meredith B

When I saw you push your way through our front door, swinging like a drunken cat at the hanging strings of shells that clink when the door opens, I kn..

The Aftermath

A Poem by Hey Hey Renee

act i.his eyes search yours,looking for some sort of sign--some sort of way to knowthat you're okay."im alright," you say.and he should know. he shoul..