…My hair was twisted up in a little satin scrunchie to keep it dry, the bathroom was still warm from the steam, and as I stood there completely naked and looking vaguely like someone’s recently divorced aunt who had just discovered Pilates and boundaries, I realized that I truly liked how I looked, and, more than that, I loved how I looked…

…Hope bloomed in my mind as the charger buzzed with electricity.

And now I bloom with the Monstera, rare, wild and full of life:
mischief, not waiting for permission.…