Witchcraft practices to (finally!) come out

Pride Month has always felt bittersweet to me until now. I was jealous to the bone of those who could speak freely about their identities. I had to conceal mine, edit my words, make sure that I wouldn’t let it slip out. I was a watered-down version of myself.

Ephesian

“It shouldn’t be possible!” my boyfriend said. “My surgeon said it wouldn’t happen.” I felt a surge of fear. I know pregnancy is dangerous, but I haven’t had someone I loved so much risking it before.  “What?” I asked. “My tits are coming back.”