The Day I Learned “No” Is Just a Sound People Make
I was nineteen, freshly out of school, still Lina back then. Blonde, clean blouse, subtle makeup, trying so hard to look like a girl who belonged in the normal world.
I was nineteen, freshly out of school, still Lina back then. Blonde, clean blouse, subtle makeup, trying so hard to look like a girl who belonged in the normal world.
Let me start with my signature reality check: "Believe all women" – except when they're lying for clout. And honey, half these hashtag-haloed angels wouldn't know real trauma if it