Those are some peoples’ stories, some peoples’ histories, but they aren’t ours.
I have never felt it so clearly: the field of independent, potential affirmatives, the ‘yes’, the ‘yeses’ to all of the pleasure and power, freedom, purpose and desire that is mine to choose and discover.
You caught me, Foxglove, with your upright colour. You turned me from the river thinking I had been alone. I liked your pale and speckled belly, and the tiny fragile hairs guarding your mouth.
When my body was made up of straight lines it felt boyish and uninteresting, and when those lines finally bent, they felt uncontrollable.
Image via Wikipedia Valerie Wu is a student in San Jose, California. Her work has previously been featured in the Huffington Post, Susan Cain’s Quiet Revolution, and We Are Three Dimensional. She was a National Gold Medalist in the 2017 Scholastic Art & Writing Awards for her personal essay on race in America. A selection…