Ash Andrea

Some days I catch myself in the mirror and see ten different girls layered on top of each other.
The teenager who starved herself.
The twenty-year-old who thought approval was love.
The mother who stretched and split and wondered if her body would ever feel like hers again.

And then…there’s the one writing this right now.
She’s the scariest, because she’s the most alive.
She just wants her truth to be seen.