Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 6 Before I ever learned to shrink myself inside relationships,I learned to shrink myself inside a system that told me it was love. Before the heartbreaks with names and faces,there was a different kind of heartbreak.A quieter one.A belonging that asked me to be small. I started going to… Continue reading The Places That Made Me and Unmade Me
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 5 People talk about divorce like it’s the ultimate heartbreak. And yes, losing a marriage is brutal.The unraveling of a life you thought you’d grow old in… it shakes your foundation.But what no one tells you is that sometimes, the deeper wound isn’t the partner who left.It’s the friend… Continue reading The Breakup That Hurt the Most
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 4 When I was younger, I hated hugs. It’s not like I grew up in a house without affection. But somewhere along the way, a hug became something that made me freeze. Like my body forgot what to do. Arms stiff. Heart racing. Eyes wide. I would default to… Continue reading The Girl Who Hated Hugs
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 3 I had my first boyfriend as a freshman in high school. I’m still not entirely sure how it moved from noticing him across the cafeteria to him being my official bf. Maybe it was the “fresh meat” effect at a small school. I was new, wide-eyed, and visibly… Continue reading First Kiss, Last Straw
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 2 Because I am a sucker for sharing all of my awkward, embarrassing late bloomer moments, I figured… why not make a series out of them? Because I have a lot of them. As a preteen and teen, I was expert-level at having a crush. Unreciprocated, of course.Some might… Continue reading What to Do With My Arms
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 1 I was a late bloomer in a lot of ways. I'm thankful for blooming on this timetable… now. As a pre-teen and teen, I watched those around me walk through the world with a confidence I couldn’t even fathom. That longing, to be as good, as sure, as… Continue reading Riding Without Hands
