Lycanthropy and Other Chronic Illnesses

She said that being a woman means everyone hates your body, and your body hates you.

Sometimes you just look at a person in that moment and think yes, they're going to be important to me. They're going to change the shape my life takes. We're going to mean something to each other. This is the feeling I get as I watch Brigid try to fold an entire meat-lover's pizza in half, give up, and stack four slices directly on top of one another to shove them into her mouth.

My grandmother told me once that when you love someone, you can feel their pain in your body, take some of it for yourself.

Essential oils?? Why no, girl who went to my high school who is now married and neck-deep in an MLM scheme! Why did I not think to rub my flesh in peppermint or bathe in eucalyptus so I could burst forth like a newborn bäbe, fully healed and smelling like a god?

But…what if there really is just that one thing? That one thing that derails your entire life And you can see the life that you were supposed to be living running parallel to this one but you can’t get to it

Have you been keeping count this entire time?' I ask frowning. 'Yeah, dude,' he says turning the screen of his phone towards me. 'I downloaded a period tracker app.' I blurt out a laugh, covering my mouth. 'Oh my God.' 'Nothing funny about it.' He shrugs. 'This is scientific info.

People definitely saw me throw a chair at the vending machine,' Spencer says. 'I figure we've got three minutes before security finds us.

But I think that this is just life." "What is?" I ask. "Oh, you know. You celebrate. You mourn. And most of the time it's about the exact same thing. It usually cuts two ways.

I remember what it felt like to see teeth there, and I catalogue the feeling of seeing the kernels instead, white and burst open. If the teeth were seeds, they look like flowers now, fully bloomed.