The Death and Rebirth of Girlhood

An essay on the Eras Tour and joy.

my bedroom when I was 16 was a cesspool…yet looking at this I’d give anything to be back in it again.

I sometimes wonder if anything will ever mean as much to me as they used to when I was a teenage girl.

There were days I could’ve stayed in my bedroom from morning until night and been perfectly content – I had all I needed. I had my fixations, my preciou…