*Disclaimer: This post will get mushy, sentimental, real, and maybe uncomfortable for those of you relationship cynics out there.*...

Since I was about eight years old, I was always bullied. Bullied for my looks, for my brains, for being a teacher's pet, for being a...

I remember my first college label. At least the one that stuck with me the most. “Daizha, you’re not the f*ckable type. You’re more of...