I recently made a zine for class.
A zine (short for magazine) is a small, self-published work—often handmade, photocopied, and shared outside of traditional publishing. Zines are typically personal, experimental, and intentionally imperfect. They've long been used as a way for people to tell their own stories, especially when those stories don't fit neatly anywhere else.
It started as something small—words and images I needed to get out of my body and onto paper. What it turned into is a snapshot of where I am right now: my thoughts, my doubts, my anger, my tenderness, my becoming.
Zines have always felt like the right format for this kind of work. They're imperfect on purpose. Personal. Handmade. They don't ask permission or polish. They just exist.
I've scanned the full zine and am sharing it here as it was meant to be seen: one page at a time. You can scroll through it at your own pace, linger where you need to, skip what doesn't speak to you.
The zine touches on themes of identity, memory, and self-expression. Some pages may feel quiet; others might feel raw. Take what you need. Leave the rest.
Thank you for reading—and for witnessing this piece of me.
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| This page has a foldout confession, the confession is below. |
[Made for SOC 2750R class UVU Spring 2026]
aB . All Rights Reserved . 2026
