Day Six: Faded Dreams, Teen Pregnancy, & Anxiety Overload
What happens when your runway dreams get derailed by two pink lines and a raging panic disorder? In this unapologetic journal entry, I unpack the chaos of becoming a mom at sixteen, lying to my dad about vomit in the shower, and learning how to chase big-ass dreams while buried under diapers, anxiety, and generational trauma. Spoiler alert: I didn’t become America’s Next Top Model—but I did become something far more unstoppable.
Day Four: Mixtapes, Delusions, & Death By Cooter Consumption
“A FULL-GROWN ADOLESCENT DEMIGOD WITH A JAWLINE THAT MAKES ME WISH I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING IN THE SACK BACK THEN.
FROM WHAT MY EXTREMELY VIVID IMAGINATION COULD TELL… A PERFORMANCE SO INTENSE IT WOULD END IN DEATH BY SUFFOCATION VIA COOTER CONSUMPTION.
NEVER GIVING HIM THE CHANCE TO GRADUATE — AND HONESTLY? TOTALLY WORTH IT.”
Day Three: Crazy, Curly, Cunty
“WHY DID SHE OFTEN FEEL ALONE? WHY DID SHE THINK GETTING PREGNANT AT SIXTEEN WAS GOING TO UNLOCK SOME KIND OF DEEP, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE SHE WAS MISSING? WHY DID SHE OFTEN LOOK TO MEN FOR A COMFORT THAT LASTED A MERE FORTY SECONDS– JUST LONG ENOUGH FOR MY EX-HUSBAND TO NUT.”
