Humanity
The Skinny Girl Diary
Dear World, All my life I have been a whopping 110 pounds. I have been bullied and been teased about it, being skinny doesn't have its perks. None at all. I find myself loathing my self image. I don't like it. I don't like that I can eat like 3 hungry wildebeests and still be the same size.
By Marissa Jeffries4 years ago in Confessions
She is a Student Nurse, Businesswoman, Artist, and Survivor Of Police Brutality.
For Women’s History Month, I want to dedicate this story to a woman who inspires me to bow in prayer to honor God for bringing knowledge, health and purpose to my life. This woman is resilient, intelligent, bodacious, original, and inspirational. Her decision to live the good life is admirable. She survived police brutality in Hollywood, Florida, while studying for her nursing degree. With will and determination, she began a black-owned business while she recovered her mental and physical health in NYC.
By Genesis Smalls4 years ago in Confessions
Living Life by the Square Inch
I dream in inches. Eight more inches and I could open my bedroom door all the way. Six more inches up and another layer of bookcase will fit. And, oh please, I breathe, just 4 extra inches tall would open up a whole world of storage under the bed. Clearly, these are waking dreams. Daydreams, really.
By Maria Shimizu Christensen4 years ago in Confessions
THE Typewriter
Yes, I am writing about a manual, ribbon typewriter, made in Spain sometime in the 1970s or early 1980s that was small, compact, and blue. It did not look imposing; it did though forever put so many's thoughts onto paper for the world to see. Some of these words would get the attention of World Leaders and University Instructors.
By Bruce Curle `4 years ago in Confessions
Screw Me Over
“I’d like to end my presentation with a quote from Toni Morrison. She said ‘The function of freedom is to free someone else.’ I believe that’s why it’s our obligation to educate instead of hate. We have to think about our future. If one doesn’t want to hear what you’re saying, they give up that chance for freedom and stay stuck in their own minds.”
By Rena4 years ago in Confessions
Sofia Duarte's Awakening
This is my fiftieth story. We crossed paths, therefore I believe that I am missing a proper introduction: “Hi, there! My handle is Sofia Duarte, and I write for survival.” I could say. “My writing started in Portuguese when I needed to stay alive — I wanted to die so hard.”
By Sofia Duarte4 years ago in Confessions
Being A Man
I was born in the fifties and brought up in an environment where misogyny and racism were the norm and very acceptable , practiced on a daily basis. Growing up I cannot remember any non white kids in primary or secondary school , maybe that’s selective memory, but looking back that is really strange.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
Savage Alchemy
Savage alchemy is a concept I came up with while struggling through my life to process the ass load of trauma I have survived since birth. I have always appreciated learning new things and challenging why we all do things the way we do. My brain works so unlike anyone I know. I have since the earliest of memories been able to digest very large concepts, break them down to their core components, and then connect them in a new way that I feel is much more balanced and understandable.
By Indigo Phoenix4 years ago in Confessions
Real Men Cry Alone
I have a confession. I cried over a woman this morning that has left my heart in a million pieces. I wanted this relationship to work so bad I was willing to do anything and everything to keep her. Giving her a monthly allowance because I thought that's what a provider does. Draping her perfect body with exotic linen she's never seen. Doing all I could to keep that beautiful smile on her face. I loved her unconditionally through thick and thin. Through arguments and disagreements. No obstacle would stand in my way. I wanted to be with this woman more then anything. I truly believed the reward was greater then the risk. I didn't love easily so when I fell for this woman I gave her my heart and soul to make it work. From the first time I laid eyes on her she gave me a unfamiliar supply of love and passion I never knew existed. I now recognize and understand the mistakes I made with her but I truly believed together we could conquer all. No distance or any distraction could stand in our way.
By ET Productions 4 years ago in Confessions
Who Doesn't Love the Maccaw
When I first saw that Vocal.media was sponsoring a writing challenge which needed to include the endangered bird the Maccaw I groaned so loudly I woke up my slumbering wife. She was pissed, and when I told her what it was that had caused my loud outburst she got even more pissed. "Dan, you are a freakin idiot" or something like that was what she said. I really wasn't paying any attention to her at that point because all I could think about was how stupid of an idea that actually was. After a time, as I pondered it more, the idea actually began to make me angry. It was so stupid that I was becoming angry. Angry with the world, angry with myself, angry with the good people at Vocal.media, but mostly angry at the Maccaw, a bird I had only every previously thought about on those few rare occasions when I had deployed it as an answer in a NY Times crossword puzzle.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
