Written by Christine Wang from California, USA I want to go back to the bathtub from when I was seven and honest, when the water was always too hot and I said so, loudly, before I learned that discomfort could be swallowed like bitter medicine. Back then my skin was rough as sandpaper from summer sun and scraped knees, and I wore that texture like a badge— proof that I had touched the world and let it poke me back. The bathtub held my small body like a porcelain con
