Peaks
The mountains build themselves from my feet softly So gradual, I don’t feel the shifts of the rock But only the sunshine I’ve grounded...
Kaylen Furr (Wells ‘21)
Kaylen Furr (Wells ‘21)
Kaylen, a Campus Correspondent for HC at Wells, is a senior at Wells College studying Women's and Gender Studies and Psychology.
"Like Ivy, we grew where there was room for us"-Miranda July
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Letters to My Gender
Living in between is exhausting; I always have to validate my existence to others, for many of them to still refuse to hear me out. For my...
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Journal Conversations: Letting Go
TW: Eating Disorders Welcome to my journal conversations, where I will reflect on old journal entries and write back to myself. Journaling...
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Aurora Haze
Today's weather says Aurora is in a haze fogged over with the memories that anchor me here The chants reminded us of our true colors purple...
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Maintaining Recovery During Quarantine
TW: EATING DISORDERS The world is so scary right now. Everything all around us feels so out of control, and if you’re suffering from or...
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5:45
Every night, as I snuggled up in my sheets, Closing my eyes My heart drifted to a place That felt warm and familiar It felt cold then,...
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Why I Love My Diva Cup
I have been using a Diva Cup for two years now and I have found nothing but love for it. At first, it was definitely a little difficult to...
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Between: A Story of Becoming
In a paper that I am currently writing for a class, I was asked to reflect on the intersections of my identity and the ways it affects my...
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Constellations
I hold you closer And closer And closer As if my arms around you Connect you to my core The stars in your eyes are my galaxy Their...
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Bones
“Bones” The nickname my mother called me As I sat on her lap The sharpness of my bones Impaling the warmth of her skin Bones The adult...
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Landslide
For me, 2020 as started with Fleetwood Mac’s Landslide on repeat. Change is something that I’m still learning how to accept, and find...
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Honest Tea: Ignorance is Complacence
This is stolen land. Our country is rooted in mass genocide and colonization, and as a society, we fail to recognize it. We learn in school...
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Of Anger
TW: Mention of sexual abuse and eating disorders I’ve always hated being on the highway in the passenger seat. The car is moving too fast,...
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How Dodie’s Story Helped me Find Myself
Through recovery, I’ve been doing a lot of work to find my roots. The past few years have been constant questioning of my mental health and...
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Dusk
I love when the hours are past the dusk I’ve found the love Of the cold dark hands Holding me close Tighter than anything I miss the way it...
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To the Class of 2023
To the class of 2023, my odd babies, welcome to the family. As you start your first year of college, curious and full of wonder, I’m...
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To My Past Self
My summer was a time of growth and reflection. I expected my healing to be permanent when I was away at college. Coming back for summer...
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Take Up Space
I'm an advocate for taking up space, and I'm sure to tell everyone around me that they deserve to do so; "you are valid. You deserve to...
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Chirping
Why do the birds chirp in the cold rain, at five in the morning, in the dark, where they can't be seen? Why does it take coldness and...
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Campfire
If I were to stretch out my hand It wouldn’t reach you Instead it would grasp the empty space Where I wish you were I find myself...
