The Caged Girls: Before She Wakes.
Visit here for more of The Caged Girls. Chapter 33. I never liked my nose much, until I broke it. It changed and I realized that it hadn’t been half bad for basically my whole life...
Visit here for more of The Caged Girls. Chapter 33. I never liked my nose much, until I broke it. It changed and I realized that it hadn’t been half bad for basically my whole life...
Visit here for more of The Caged Girls. Chapter 29. My pen rolls across the paper—fluidly—and my words come out almost sloppily. (It’s not my usual, preferred ballpoint pen.) My fingerprint-laden aviator sunglasses—the ones I’ve had...
Visit here for more of The Caged Girls. Part Eight of The Caged Girls: A Billion Steps Back—How to Trust Enough to Fail (Chapters 25-28). Chapter 25. I decided to overcome my eating disorder once...
Visit here for more of The Caged Girls. Part Seven of The Caged Girls: How to Grow Wings (Chapters 20 through 24). Chapter 20 I’ve never been happier in my life, than when I...
Visit here for more of true-life novel The Caged Girls. Part Six: This I Believe (Chapters 18 & 19). Chapter 18. Essentially, practicing yoga is getting in touch with that constantly smooth stream of fluid water...
Visit here for more of true-life novel The Caged Girls. Part Five: The Key (Chapters 13 through 17). Chapter 13 She sits typing rhythmically in recycled plastic yoga leggings that are softer than satiny...
Visit here for more of true-life novel The Caged Girls. Part Four: I Heard a Caged Girl Sing Chapter Eleven. I gingerly placed her sleeping body on the red microfiber sofa. She twitched slightly, but...
Read Part One of The Caged Girls: The Prologue Through Chapter Three. Read Part Two of The Caged Girls: A Life in the Mind (Chapters Four & Five). Part Three: Yoga Pants, Sticky Mats & Freedom. Chapter Six. I...
Read Part One here. Part Two: A Life in the Mind. Chapter Four. Snow flies furiously outside of my bedroom window. My turquoise quilt envelops me like a gentle shroud, allowing me to sink inside....
Part One. The prologue. My body used to be a cage. I used to claw and worm and wriggle and starve myself to fit through its bars. Because the real me was trapped...