What a Wedding Photo Fiasco Taught Me
a personal essay on memory, ownership, and forming ourselves after humiliation
Dear Reader,
Before you read this, I want you to know that I am writing about a person who harmed me in a very intimate way. I have no online connections with this person, and I make no effort to communicate with them. I do not want this person to be tracked, found, or doxed. I don’t wish that on them. They deserve their own life. My purpose wasn’t to pr…
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