Aimée Gramblin

Oct 14, 2021

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Instead, I chose me. I chose a body that relearned how to move with ease, loose and limber. I chose singing badly, the songs that I loved at the top of my lungs. I chose wild nights with friends, dancing to a rhythm that I thought had died. I chose late nights reading books and early mornings walking my dog.

He Called Me a ‘B*tch’
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I love you so much. I'm feeling shivers of sadness and hope and inspiration as this essay comes to a close. Wow, wow, wow.

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Aimée Gramblin

Aimée Gramblin

Memoirist-in-progress with the collective awakened and awakening consciousness. Love + Courage = Love Evolution. Creativity Fiend in training.

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