V. Renae

Joined November 2017

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Aspiring YA author specializing in long-form rambling about zero waste, plant-based diets, minimalism, and other hippie things.

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Til it Happens to You
I didn't say yes. But I didn't say no. After, we were at church. I stood while we sang. And I cried. I wasn't crying because I was moved by the spirit. I was crying because I was 14 and had just performed the first sexual act of my life.
By V. Renae6 years ago in Viva
Another Election Think Piece
It was nice to see a succinct picture, a sentiment shared by thousands like me, that with a click of a button could speak for me and my feelings about what has happened in this country.
By V. Renae6 years ago in The Swamp
Turning Points III
Part 3 starts at 15 years old. I was a newly single sophomore who was, unbeknownst to me, developing crippling depression and anxiety disorders. I started hanging out with seniors who could drive and going out to local shows where my friends' bands would be performing.
By V. Renae6 years ago in Psyche
Turning Points II.
A boy who teased me in elementary school was accepted to the same magnet middle school I was in sixth grade. The middle schools in my district were horrific, and parents fought tooth and nail to get their “gifted” children into magnet schools. We had two STEM magnet schools and two art magnet schools in the area. At my school you had to choose an art major which was your priority. Most of the “cooler” kids did drama or dance, some of them did art. The “others” did choir, band, orchestra.
By V. Renae6 years ago in Psyche
Destroyer
I am consumed. My tongue strains against my clenched teeth. I am sharp edges and melting flesh. I have come to devour and I have come to atone and I have come to behold. I am consumed and consuming.
By V. Renae6 years ago in Poets
Me, Too
To create is to ache. The marriage of being happy and being creative is rickety, built on lies. Fleeting. Artists know. We know the broken heart is what makes the art.
By V. Renae6 years ago in Poets
Marble and Silk
Someone once told me not to cast a spell on them. They told me my eyes made me seem as if I could turn them into an animal.
By V. Renae6 years ago in Poets
Turning Point: The Present
I skipped junior year of high school because everyone I was friends with graduated at the end of my sophomore year. The end of that year was also when I fell in love with one of my best friends and subsequently found out he was cheating on his girlfriend with me. I was ready to be done.
By V. Renae6 years ago in Psyche
Turning Points
On my journey to self-confidence, which is still equivalent to walking a tight-rope that sometimes catches on fire, there were moments I refer to as “turning points.” They are points in time that are stamped to the inside of my skull, moments in my life where I realized I had issues with body image, food, addiction, and the loneliness that came with harboring those things.
By V. Renae6 years ago in Psyche
The Three People I Live With
Oh, anxiety. My constant friend. You speak in small, specific sentences with urgency. It’s Not Safe. You Can’t. Something Is Wrong.
By V. Renae6 years ago in Psyche

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Til it Happens to You

Another Election Think Piece

Turning Points III

Turning Points II.

Destroyer

Me, Too

Marble and Silk

Turning Point: The Present

Turning Points

The Three People I Live With

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