It's time to stop using modesty as a blanket excuse to avoid difficult conversations. The stakes are too high.
The power of silence, the limits of words... in essay form.
Their faces twitched. Their eyes fluttered. So did mine. Everyone's do. I didn't look at the clock, I simply existed in the moment in a room full of young girls, six years my junior. So much to see and do, so much to understand. I truly felt a moment of utter oneness, even if just for a few moments.
It’s easy to hide
in the shadows of skipped stitches
in stories woven
by people who are not me.