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The Anchor... I didn't plan on sitting here crying my eyes out into my keyboard for a photo dump, but here we are. Look at the kid in these pictures. I was sixteen there. Usual chaos, usual attitude, hiding behind big frames. I found these while digging through my old hard drives today, and it completely broke me apart. All I can see is how totally lost, clueless, and absolutely terrified I was. I had no idea what I was doing, a helpless little girl standing there at the mercy of whatever life was about to throw at me. And look at who is holding me together. My mom has been the absolute monumental force in my life. Through every nightmare phase, every breakdown, every messy transition from being that scared stiff teenager to the adult I am now, she was the reference point. When I figured out I was gay and the entire world felt like it was spinning off its axis, she didn't even blink. She just held me, exactly like she’s doing in this photo, and made sure I knew I was safe. I ac...