Self Reflections

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A selfish year

A wholly selfish year, and a lot of running before I'm even really crawling.

Writing what feels right

For the better part of a year, I’ve been swirled up in thoughts of the persona I should now be, so I could become ‘successful’.

A body is [just] a body

I think back about how it felt to be the subject of a life drawing class. How sitting, standing, laying, naked made me feel liberated.

On your first love.

This magical idea of 'getting over somebody', of removing them from your memories, like an entire portion of your life is so easily removable, isn't attainable.