A COMMUNAL EXPERIMENT IN SELF CURATION
 “Crying is my most accessible emotional response. It’s a visual indicator of what I can’t put into words. Those closest to me have seen me cry. But more often than not, it’s a solitary experience. Its me crying into a pillow so no one hears me. It’s me leaving the room after a fight. It’s me sitting in silence. It’s lonely. It’s not the face I wear into the world. But this tear drenched face is mine; it is a part of me. And I do not need to wear a smile everyday to keep people in my life. This is me breaking. Breaking free of narratives that no longer serve me.”

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 “Crying is my most accessible emotional response. It’s a visual indicator of what I can’t put into words. Those closest to me have seen me cry. But more often than not, it’s a solitary experience. Its me crying into a pillow so no one hears me. It’s me leaving the room after a fight. It’s me sitting in silence. It’s lonely. It’s not the face I wear into the world. But this tear drenched face is mine; it is a part of me. And I do not need to wear a smile everyday to keep people in my life. This is me breaking. Breaking free of narratives that no longer serve me.”

“Crying is my most accessible emotional response. It’s a visual indicator of what I can’t put into words. Those closest to me have seen me cry. But more often than not, it’s a solitary experience. Its me crying into a pillow so no one hears me. It’s me leaving the room after a fight. It’s me sitting in silence. It’s lonely. It’s not the face I wear into the world. But this tear drenched face is mine; it is a part of me. And I do not need to wear a smile everyday to keep people in my life. This is me breaking. Breaking free of narratives that no longer serve me.”

 “My headwaters. The source of it all. This is my journey. But that doesn’t mean it’s an easy swim. The waters aren’t always still. I don’t always get to know what’s around the corner or what’s at the bottom. That’s terrifying.”

“My headwaters. The source of it all. This is my journey. But that doesn’t mean it’s an easy swim. The waters aren’t always still. I don’t always get to know what’s around the corner or what’s at the bottom. That’s terrifying.”

 “I’ve always been my best self in water. Taking baths with my head submerged. Swimming in lakes over the summer. Walking on the edge of rivers, finding rocks with my toes. Staring out into the ocean and feeling a sense of home. I am water.”

“I’ve always been my best self in water. Taking baths with my head submerged. Swimming in lakes over the summer. Walking on the edge of rivers, finding rocks with my toes. Staring out into the ocean and feeling a sense of home. I am water.”

 “I’m a grown ass woman but also a child. I’ve spent the last few years learning how to play. Slowing down has meant I get to take in the small moments. I get to laugh. Little Sam wants to cherish each day. I once wrote in a journal entry that we all grow up to be the adults we hate. I read that now and couldn’t disagree more. I love my adult self, my inner child, and my future self. I’m still growing.”

“I’m a grown ass woman but also a child. I’ve spent the last few years learning how to play. Slowing down has meant I get to take in the small moments. I get to laugh. Little Sam wants to cherish each day. I once wrote in a journal entry that we all grow up to be the adults we hate. I read that now and couldn’t disagree more. I love my adult self, my inner child, and my future self. I’m still growing.”

 “Hey world, I’m here. I’m wild and ready to set things on fire. I’m ready to make big moves. You may not know me yet, but you will. Black Onyx is rising and there’s no stopping it.”

“Hey world, I’m here. I’m wild and ready to set things on fire. I’m ready to make big moves. You may not know me yet, but you will. Black Onyx is rising and there’s no stopping it.”