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Tonie Bear
Youth advocate, body positivity, self-love, healthy lifestyles, vegan, green living, social justice. Non-binary, they/them.
Youth advocate, body positivity, self-love, healthy lifestyles, vegan, green living, social justice. Non-binary, they/them.
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There is a certain pain associated with revising a piece to the point it looks nothing like the first draft. But along with that comes the exhilaration of new possibilities. An exploration of paths not yet taken. And a bittersweet but refreshing realization that you're on your way to crafting a better and more succinct piece.

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It feels like every summer has a life and a story of its own. The past three have been the most emotional and life-changing of all my summers so far. Mostly, it’s been the camps that make it so. There’s a piece of me that will always be stuck with the…

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Last Friday was the first day of the year where it felt like fall. I saw brown leaves on the ground and whistling down the street on my way to work. I wore layers for the first time since winter. The air was not just chilly; it was the autumn kind of…

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I’m coming to terms with the fact that the summer is almost over. This summer has probably been the best of my life. I’ve broken free from my parents. I cut toxic people out of my life. I let go of thoughts about my abuser and my most recent ex. I found…

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(The names of the individuals in this post have been changed to protect their identity) Consent is a very important and very tricky concept to build for a child. In a society where rape culture is sickeningly prevalent, I’m relieved to see more of the…

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The other night I had a dream about my abuser. It was different from any other dream I’ve had about her. Up until now, all of my dreams about her have involved her showing up unexpectedly and demanding my attention, and for one reason or another I’m…

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On the day after my graduation, my mother sent me a text message. How did graduation go? Last August they’d asked me if I was going to graduate that spring. I said I didn’t know, and that was true. The last they’d heard, I wasn’t graduating until 2018. I…

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There are those days where I desperately miss my hometown. Maybe it’s not that I miss the town itself—I miss what it felt like to enjoy living there. I miss the few true friends I actually had. I miss my first boss—one of the best and most understanding…

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One year ago today, forty nine queer lives were lost in the Orlando Pulse night club shooting. Many of them were young. Most of them were Latinx. All of them just wanted to go out and have a good time. Being queer has always been dangerous. Whether you’re…

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They sneer at me and their spiteful liquor sends a flash of liquid lightning scorching down my throat. It heats the roots of my ribs as it courses through my essential organs; it stews within the cavern of my stomach, sending its steam back to bubble in…
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