ByWing Feathers

Wing Feathers prefers not to make her identity known due to the content of this article. She urges you to be braver than she was, and leave if you know in your heart that you need to.

  1. When I was 12 years old, I got head lice.

    I waited for my mother to notice. I waited for what felt like weeks. It was disgusting, and I was disgusted with myself; they were crawling everywhere, falling off my head onto my school books, fat with my blood. But I never took any action to deal with it myself. I waited for my mother to notice.