Why I’m glad I broke my ankle

There’s a lot of reasons I’m angry, annoyed, frustrated, during any given day.

And, usually, the reason is because my ankle/ foot/ leg just isn’t doing what it’s meant to do.


A body (is a body).

I wrote about how it felt to be the subject of a life drawing class. How sitting, standing, laying, naked made me feel liberated because the people drawing me were just putting lines together, accents of paint together, to resemble what I look like to the outside world.