JOURNALS OF JO

THE WHO I AM NOW This thing called self image, the who I am now, right now. So I'm looking in the mirror at this person and she is...

THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS… Once upon a time when I was naïve I believed in fairytales. I believed there were monsters under my bed....

My heart is saddened for the suffering of women. Why? Because I am one. Because I have suffered Because I know the anguish, humiliation,...