welcome to the unraveling.

The room is huge. I’m so small. My crib, roomy. The walls are offwhite, and the flash from the dispoable camera made the walls look even brighter. In a room full of older women, being told I’m such a cute baby, the cutest baby girl anyone’s ever seen, I wouldn’t know what being a girl meant until later on in my life where girlhood wasn’t something I would experience, but would be forced onto me.

Rather than getting to become intimately acquainted with who I was, who I am, and contending with who I was supposed to be-