"I've repeatedly been mistaken for my date’s child and regularly asked if I'm old enough to sit in an airplane’s exit row."
Worrying about how we're going to afford something as simple as toilet paper is NOT a vacation.
Hint: A lot of blood, sweat and carbs.
The diarist is the real deal, her editors at Refinery29 insist. But as a former diarist myself, I have some hard truths to reveal.
By the time I was almost 30, my intrusive thoughts became so painful, I knew I’d have to either kill myself or seek therapy.
In an age of increased visibility for lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) identity, one way of existing in the