Consider the word rehab – with its short vowels and harsh, simple dyad of syllables. The larger community of America has constructed an image to match the way the word tastes. Before college when I heard the word rehab I thought immediately of violent alcoholics, mysterious drug addicts, and people with disorders so severe that … Read more
“Why don’t you wear more heels?” my mother asks me, “It’ll make you taller.” At 4’11” (I round up from 4’10.75”), the vast majority of the time, I am the shortest person in the room. I can never reach the top shelf anywhere: not at the store, not at work, not even in my own … Read more
It all started in middle school when my parents became concerned with my short stature. It didn’t make sense to them that they, being 5’5” and 5’11”, should have a daughter who was barely 5’. Therefore, I was taken to many doctors, pricked by countless needles, and had numerous tests run. The diagnosis finally came … Read more
I’m not present. I’m not here, with you, in the moment. I’m in my head, overthinking, processing, analyzing, stressing. I’m questioning myself and who I am. Or I’m trying to figure out how I “should” act, and what everyone is thinking about me. But mostly, I’m letting my own past, my own experiences, and my … Read more
