Jessie Wu

It's in all the little mannerisms and phrases I've stolen from “you”, it's in the way I dress and the way I define love; all little pieces of you that are stitched into my identity, woven seamlessly into my life, seasoning all of my experiences like a familiar recipe.

At the end of the day, I really don’t know anything about love, but I want to learn how to love sustainably. I know I deserve a relationship that is well-balanced and nurturing.

When I leave home, who will ask me when I'm coming back? Who will leave the light on in the kitchen?

This column has been my little corner of the internet where I can write about my life, but as intimate as it feels, it’s scary how easy it is for anyone to find it.

Everyone is in some sort of a long-distance relationship right now, and I’m no exception.

Despite how much I love these shoes, they’ve never seen the light of day.

When I got in to my dream art schools, though, I decided to give it all up for UC Berkeley — a decision I don’t know if I regret.

Without fear, I finally see sex as what it is: not a big deal.

I’m afraid to come out to people not just because I fear they won’t accept me, but because I’m afraid they won’t believe me.

“Cool Girl” is no longer a defining compliment in my eyes. I’ve instead accepted it as a product of the male gaze.