Whitney Ballard
The Doctor Said I Can’t Run Anymore And Just Like That–I Gave Another Little...
I used to run—I’d just decide, on a whim, to throw my earbuds in and run down my road—whenever I wanted.
And even after I...
I Kept My Baby
I kept my baby.
Even though I was sixteen,
even though I didn’t know how I would,
I kept my baby.
Even when everyone told me “kids shouldn’t...
This Isn’t The Summer For Relaxing
You won’t catch me reading a book by the pool this summer.
I won’t be sunbathing on the beach. This isn’t the summer I’ll have an...
“But you’re pretty enough, mama.” Those Words Stopped Everything.
The words that came from the other side of my bedroom door stopped everything.
I stopped frantically searching for a bobby pin. I stopped my self-hate monologue. I just stopped.