Dear Diary, When I was younger, I never appreciated the skin I was in. I grew up being teased about my complexion and those things really got to me. However, as I grew older, I started to realize that my beauty doesn’t necessarily have to be...
Dear Diary, TW: disordered eating. It just started happening during quarantine, I was home all the time and gained weight. I’ve never been happy with myself, even as a toddler. There was just no way for me to go to a gym so cutting down on...
Dear Diary, It's a time to heal. To hear those words from our first woman headed to the second highest office in the land created so many emotions inside me. For the first time I didn't just hear, but I FELT was a unification of a...
Dear Diary, School has been nothing less than a burden during this time. Balancing this pandemic, work, election season, and racial tensions while also being in school is mentally draining. No breaks, no consideration of the social climate. I’ve never taken online classes, and I will...
Dear Diary, I finally have hope. The stress with this election and the horrific behavior from so many (on both sides) has almost been too much to me while I am trying so hard to keep my head above water with staying safe and away from...
Dear Diary, I've been having anxiety attacks for a week now. Almost every day. I've not really kept track. Ever since Mel's surgery Thursday. Last Thursday...
Dear Diary, I am a surburban black woman. I have a wonderful husband and two boys, ages 8 and 10. I returned to school to show my sons no matter what age you are, you can be what you want to be. My husband and I...
Dear Diary, As you all know it is election night and no telling what the outcome will be. I'm not the one to be too policital, but I am going to touch on this election a bit. It makes no sense that this election has caused...
Dear Diary, I’m really crashing. I’m broke. I’m failing classes. And I can’t seem to make myself do anything about it, no matter how hard I want to or how hard I try. I can barely get out of bed these days dealing with my own...