1/6 of American women
I thought I could get over the experience until I started calling it "rape" in my head.
I thought I could get over the experience until I started calling it "rape" in my head.
I almost had to repeat the ninth grade for attempted arson, all because the three of us were bored at lunch and decided to try to light my sandwich on fire.
He came out to me five seconds before I came out to him and the last three years of silence suddenly seemed so wasteful.
Everyone knows me as Jessica, but he knows me as the girl who actually wept with him when his frog died.
It's not every day you turn on talk radio to hear the boy you loved trashing the time you spent together.
It was only after my mom drew her last breath that it occurred to me to ask her how I was going to get through this without her.
My therapist was relatively quiet while I talked, until I mentioned that Paul Newman had died, which elicited from her a dramatic gasp.
As I woke up from my nap to find written on my feet "This is my momma and you can't have her," I realized that my child is very, very strange.
After stealing his email password, I figured I'd find he was cheating on me with several women in several cities, but instead found he was cheating on me with lots of men in lots of cities.
She saw the horror in his eyes as the dentist realized he had just cemented both his thumbs to her lower bridgework.
The truth is, the only birthday card I received was from my therapist.
I had hoped that the first time my doctor handed me a sonogram picture it would be of my baby, not of a golf ball sized fibroid tumor on my uterus.
I squinted into the bathroom mirror, trying to remember when tweezing out chin hairs had become part of my daily routine.
I don't remember being born, but now I know I regret it.
For some reason I found it incredibly funny when my white grandmother held my black hand and whispered to me, "You know, I was really disappointed when your brother decided to marry a black woman."
I have three giant bruises and a bit of a bruised ego as proof that you can, in fact, forget how to ride a bicycle.
He asked if I had Skype and I knew that I had to clean my room.
I'm not quite sure whether I have rituals for daily tasks because I'm a pagan or because of OCD.
I realized what a mistake it had been when my would-have-been prom date tried to rape me when I drove him home after his prom date ditched him.
I can't tell what's worse: the death of the boy who pulled down his underwear in front of me in the first grade or feeling terrible every time I tell people about the first time I ever saw a penis.
I never realized that I had so many memories in this house until Hurricane Ike swept it away.
I stopped believing in God the day that my neighbour claimed that Holy Mother Mary had appeared as a humidity spot on his bathroom wall and tried to charge me $2 to see it.
It was when my freshman year roommate asked where my summer house was that I realized I'd never fit in at college.
I went to my first gaming convention when I was fifteen and felt not unlike the ugly duckling who found the swans that he belonged with, except possibly in reverse.
I lost my virginity in a fraternity bunk bed, I lost my dignity on the fire escape the next morning, and I lost my sanity buying the pregnancy test the next month.
Being in the 'haunted' condemned mental hospital was worth the concussion I received from the headfirst dive I made into the car after being spotted by the police.
There is a gerbil buried in a backyard somewhere in a purple Pog case shaped like a coffin.
"What on earth is that?" are not words that inspire confidence when you're undergoing a colonoscopy.
After being anorexic for 13 years I went to the bookstore to look for a book on recovery, but when I saw the weight loss book someone had put in the section thinking they were funny, I skipped dinner instead.
My dad slammed the balsa-wood battleship he spent 1000 hours building against the wall when he had found we kids ruined it by floating it in the rain water.
When my 8-year-old niece came home from her friend's birthday party and assured me that she did not drink any beer, I knew something was very wrong with our culture.
It always brings a smile to my face when my dad tells large groups of strangers how he once cut himself on Jello.
I never really believed my mom's stories of how abusive her childhood was until two days ago when my grandmother pulled me aside and quietly informed me that she wished she had never ever adopted that nasty little irish girl.
If I could fold the country like a Mad Magazine cover, I'd bring Baton Rouge to Denver.
The day he broke up with me, I cut myself for the first time in three years.
"But I AM a girl," I told the librarian as she shooed me out of the restroom.
The same night my brother died, a church burned down across the city and my sister-in-law disappeared without a word.
I began my story with "I'm not pregnant" because I knew he would want to know the ending first.
I've never been as proud as I was when I sat down and honestly said, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I HAVE been flossing."
201 electricity-free hours will make you reconsider ever buying frozen fish again.
Alicia said, "Feliz Navidad," to which Jeanne replied, "But you're Filipino, not Jewish."
It wasn't until she asked who Obama was running against that we realized we needed to find better volunteers at the Obama headquarters in Las Vegas, NM.
The last thing my boyfriend said to me as I left for a week long stay in a dorm with eight girls was, "Take loads of pictures."
When I look at pictures of my mother when she was my age I wonder if I'll ever have that much fun or if I already am.
My doctor told me that there is an extremely high chance I will be obese because of my anorexia and bulimia, but he can go to hell.
I lost my virginity to a homeless punk in the bathroom of a schizophrenic's apartment in NYC while my parents believed that I was having a slumber party.
When the pastor told us we'd be waiting 10 more minutes to start the funeral services because the line was still down the block, I knew that the world was missing someone who was starting to make a difference.
Every time I have to ask what I did last night I feel like Sherlock Holmes.
On "move-in day" my dad didn't even put the family car in park when we pulled up to the dorm.
When I saw the 29-year-old breast cancer patient laughing at her 14-month-old son's antics, I realized I needed to stop whining about my life and start celebrating it again.
The wanting to kill myself first began when I was told there was a heaven and that my older brother was there.
It was when they were arrested for selling marijuana that I realized the only mail I get is from various jails throughout the state that the majority of my friends are currently residing in.
The moment my little cousin stepped out into the aisle of the movie theater and painted the floor with lasagna, I knew all 20 of us were gonna taste lunch twice.
I decided to quit smoking pot for a while following a close brush with death involving a Reeses' Chocolate Bar.
Fortunately, my landlord didn't ask how my job is going this month.
By putting the card table on the property line I had outwitted my parents punishment of "stay in the yard with no friends over."
It was at that moment that I realized just how similar are the tastes of fresh fish and week old, unrefrigerated turkey.
To the roar of applause, I turned, holding my violin proudly to the shouts of ENCORE, and promptly fell off the stage in a heap.
I gave you everything and you left me with nothing but an instructional pilates DVD and the worst case of mono my doctor had ever seen.
Opening my eyes after nodding off for a second, I saw my dad exhale his last breath.
One of my most cherished human reactions ever was the look on the cashier's face as I informed her, "Ma'am, I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat."
I realized how sad my life is when I found myself reading a graduate mathematics reference text for pleasure on a Friday night.