Recovery is often described as a destination, as if there is a clear line between being unwell and being healed. Real life rarely offers that kind ofβ¦
For years, I mistook self-erasure for kindness. I thought being easy to love meant being agreeable, quiet, endlessly accommodating, and careful not to take upβ¦
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Dear younger me, I remember how carefully you studied your reflection, searching for evidence that you were acceptable. You pulled at your clothes, comparedβ¦
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Biphobia within the LGBTQ+ community can be difficult to name because queer spaces are often imagined as automatic refuges from prejudice. Many bisexual peopleβ¦
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