Anonymous Slug

Story

Untitled It is hard to put down who you are on a piece of paper, and it really isn’t until you truly try that you’re able to see what your foundation is built on and who fills in the cracks along the way. My story starts at my earliest memory. With ten...

Nicole Anon.

Female, Latinx/Chicanx, Story

Self-love as an act of defiance My journey towards self-love was not an easy one. I’d grown up in a society that told me that I should hate myself and everything that made up who I was. I started focusing on self-love when I was 16 after what was one of the...

Noelle Videon

Female, Story, White

Untitled It’ so easy to talk about how wonderful a person was after they die. But Ashley really was special. I knew this when she was alive, though. She taught me so many things through the 4 years I was lucky enough to call her a friend; And much more bitter...

Christina Anon.

Asian-American, Female, Story

Mixed Feelings I was 17 when I left Chinatown, San Francisco and spent my summer in Italy. I studied abroad in Ferrara, Italy for the summer, hoping to immerse myself in a new world and learn Italian. Little did I know that I would have my first relationship in Italy...