Erin Anne

Artist Journeys

GUESS THIS IS GROWING UP

I started running from my body as soon as I hit puberty. That’s when the startlingly vivid dreams about kissing girls began. I’d wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, utterly confused and completely terrified. For a whole host of Catholic, suburban reasons, I started to second-guess every physical move I made—from my facial expressions to my gait too, even the way I looked at my own hands. (There was a classic myth circulating in…