I Wrote About Puberty and Body Glitter for Cliterary Salon

Last month, I wrote an essay that I had been threatening to write for a long time about growing up. My puberty was an icky process, and looking back on that experience, it feels like the desires of men around me made me grow up faster than anyone should have to.

Art is the action of taking terrible things and juicing them until you can be nourished by them.

This piece is not safe for work, and trigger warning, contains details about catcalling, abuse, and body issues.


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