HeyJaredShame Sandwich
Personal essays, confessionals and thoughts from someone trying to dislodge the shame sandwich she accidentally deep-throated 17 years ago. Certified USDA sweary.
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Shame at a Funeral. (opens the original)
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I’ve never been very comfortable with the topic of death. Discussing it makes me feel as though I’ve invited her to my doorstep and welcomed her shadows into my most intimate room. If I’m not careful, I’ll be one breath away from making the fatal mistake of looking her in the eyes and facing the black pool of my karma before I’m ready. Which is what makes this topic especially uncomfortable to write about: the aftermath of death. Every now and again I get a terribly morbid thought and imagine wh
Mother, I’ve been arrested. (opens the original)
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The night started innocently enough. Evening sunshine poured through the living room windows and pooled at my feet as we sat on the couch, our limbs close enough to touch. But not close enough for me to peer into his black soul. His phone buzzed and plans began forming in the golden hour while shadows lurked just out of sight, lying in wait. My boyfriend was bad. And I loved it. Or at least I thought I did. I yearned to shake off my deeply religious upbringing and taste the wickedness that had a
If you love me for my body, I swear that will make me happy. (opens the original)
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It’s 7:49pm and I feel it. A pang of hunger ripples through my belly, questioning the portions I served myself for dinner. They remind me in no uncertain terms that I am indeed still hungry and strongly imply I should eat more. But I will not eat more. I am elated. The pang of hunger sends my dopamine soaring and I can practically feel my waist size shrinking with each gnawing pang. In this moment nothing makes me happier. My discomfort is my comfort. For I am convinced being thin is the only wa
Dearest Diary. (opens the original)
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Readers of Shame Sandwich: For the first time in my 2 years of writing Shame Sandwich, I’ve found myself drifting into directionless mire, unable to write weekly for varying reasons. I’m terrified I’m going to shrink completely. But, I’m here today. And I’m exploring with writing ‘Dearest Diary’, a lightly edited version of the thoughts that tumble from my very tangled mind. I know I’ve only written sporadically over the last couple of weeks, and have been very, very bad about responding to comm
I wasn't properly socialized as a child. (opens the original)
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Welcome to Shame Sandwich, where Megan Lee is writing her way back to wholeness, one personal overshare at a time. Sometimes deep, sometimes swearily un-hinged. Please enjoy responsibly. 🖤Enjoying this? Subscribe to give me an ego heart attack for more each Friday. ❤️🔥<input class="button primary" type="submit" value="Subscribe
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