An Identity Crisis With My Name

I don’t remember when I first started to hate my name. When I started to hate the syllables, the sounds, and the look of it on paper. I don’t remember when my name became my enemy and when I permitted it to become so. When I allowed the first inherent part of my identity to slowly become something that I despised about myself.

Body Neutrality: Separation of Body and Worth

True body neutrality can’t be achieved without dismantling power structures like white supremacy or cissexism. My experience with mental illness has forced me to relearn how to care for myself, and refusing to place value in physical beauty has made this process much easier.