Really Good, Actually

by Monica Heisey

Helen told me that although that was true from a historical perspective, I was still allowed to have feelings, even difficult or ungrateful ones. Those feelings were, apparently, an unavoidable part of life, and it was better to notice and name them than pretend they didn’t exist.

I want to think about anything other than the shape of my stomach, or if I’m a good person, or who wants to fuck me, or if anyone will ever really love me for me.