The image in the mirror before me, acting on my commands is a skin I've had my whole life yet never felt comfortable in. My voice echos through my mind shouting every insecuritiy I've ever had, holding

First post in awhile. I'm curious if the sadness in my heart radiates through my eyes, written on my forehead like a scarlet A.

My favorite color is purple. It draws me in and calms me, relaxing my racing heart. My constant anxiety set aside with four walls surrounding me, holding me. Even when the light shades around me turned

"I need time." So I wait and I wait, watching the hours turn to weeks into months. Time trickles on while my heart and mind are weary from the constant battle of what did I do wrong? Time gives

As a young mom, something I come across often is the way I dress. I cannot be unkept, if my hair is not brushed and my circles large, I'm viewed as lazy, and look down on. I'm expected to dress well, but

Hello my name is Macie and I'm an addict. Now I know what you are thinking, your mind running towards drug addiction, and no that's not what I mean when I say I constantly crave the rush. I have an addiction

My white lace bra screams innocence that my hips betray, Covering how soft my skin really is. I can't tell if the world is spinning from the alcohol or my anxiety, and I wonder if you can taste the desperation

Though my mind may be a mess, I can always stop to appreciate the beauty in life.

Photographs are meant to capture the moment. A whole story caught, frozen forever in time. While my memory may begin to deteriorate over the years, I'll always have this picture to remind me.

Hello. I'm just a lost soul trying to find my way. I hope to make new friends and document my adventures in life as I discover who I am meant to be. No matter where the path may lead me, I'm ready to embrace