Writing by Hannah Forsdike // Illustration by Loreta Isac // When my mum picked me up she asked how the class was, and I lied and say it was good. And later, when I was alone in my room, a den of girly, ballet themed memorabilia that I just didn’t resonate with anymore, I practiced telling my parents that I wanted to quit in my head.Read More
Writing by Natalie Williams // Illustration by Caylin Yorba-Ruiz // Over time, my boobs became more of my physical identity than I would have liked them to. However, to my own surprise, when I got into my first real relationship my partner had never once made me feel bad about the size of my boobs.
Writing by Auzeen Mendoza // Photograph by Paolo Barretta // Just another hour until the sun went to bed and the sky would be dark and blue again, then Izarah’s shift would be over. She put her headphones back on and returned her duties, holding back tears over Opus 23.