Stephanie Georgopulos

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Stephanie Georgopulos

Meet Me Offline

You weren’t made for the screen you know, and neither was the broken skin where you cut yourself shaving and the almost-invisible hairs that paint the corners of your upper lip and that one crooked eyelash that bends at a 45-degree angle.

Eulogy For A Childhood Dream

Girls like me weren’t pop stars, and putting my eagerness on display would just lead to embarrassment. It’s shameful, to want something so bad.

The City Is Empty Without You In It

It used to be that I could call you on a Sunday afternoon to say, “Meet us at Shoolbred’s!” And you’d be there in ten, guacamole order placed, debating whether to sit in front of the fireplace or at the round mosaic table with the street view.

Coming Out As Biracial

You have to do this, though, show her a picture — because you might be the one person who can change her mind about what blackness looks like.

Confessions Of An (Un)Graceful Girl

From runways to sitcoms to just… other women on the street, everyone knows how to carry herself in this pretty little way that I’ve never quite learned.