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My life used to be about running away, getting a fresh start. Bouncing from place to place, clinging to door frames and hiding my face. As much as I tried to hide, People took my hands and told me to come inside. I took my shoes off and felt roots planting themselves into homes, Into people. With every goodbye, There was a stronger tug, A deeper resistance, A longer hug. Because I am no longer running or hiding. I am exploring my life, and counting the days until I get to go

Today I shaved my legs Yesterday I heard someone talk about someone else's legs Tomorrow I will shave my armpits Not because I want to But because I feel the need to A need I don't want to have A need I shouldn't have It should be something done to express myself Not protect myself. So I wonder, When did it become so important? So crucial, That a quick glance at your unshaved armpits shouts, you're not "Woman enough" That a pair of eyebrows raised whispers, "You've let yo

“Cool your features or you're going to get wrinkles and need Botox.” Why would I ever be cool when I can be an artist on fire? Let me light up the canvas that is my face with quick yet intentional lines, striking wherever, whenever. I only have one, and it is mine. It was never about perfection or preservation. Art is abstract. Unique to each artist. The canvas given to me was not meant to be placed in a glass case. It was made to feel the sun on each fibre of its being. To f

Are you comfortable in your own presence? Can you sit alone with your thoughts? I can’t. I like to bury myself in conversation, laughter, and the company of others. I like hearing reviews of the version of myself I put on display. That I’m nice, funny, energetic. When the cameras are rolling, I am myself, but a little more. Slightly more polished, so I’m not sent back to the editing room. I smile so I’m not deemed defective. I laugh so I’m not seen as sad. There’s a fear that

Friendship is such a big part of who we are. It’s the company we keep around us. It’s what and who we talk about. The secrets we share and the secrets we keep. It’s picking each other up when we fall, brushing our knees and our tears, and being able to laugh about it all. It’s not always perfect, because we’re bound to annoy each other. We’re only people, after all, and we’re learning. But we’ll always be there, no matter how mad, because no one wants to be alone when they’re

I wish you could see yourself the way I do, to see the beauty and not what you need to "improve." I wish you could understand that the insecurities you hold aren't waiting to unfold. Your grip on them, with white knuckles to keep them hidden, only exhausts you. They aren't trying to run away and show the world who they are. They belong to you. They were born in the back of your mind and grew up under your skin, raising the hair on your arms and the speed at which your heart b

I met up with my younger self for coffee. We agreed to meet at 10:00 a.m. She texted me at 9:55 saying she was just leaving. I replied...

Sometimes grief doesn’t just arrive, it knocks on doors that were supposed to be sealed shut. When my grandfather passed away, with his...

From nothing To something To the thing I was walking around a green meadow with my arms outstretched and my head held back. I wasn't...

It’s been five months, and I’m coming to understand that there’s no time limit to grief. You feel what you feel. It’s not something to...

I saw you in a butterfly today. It was a monarch. I don't know if you liked butterflies. But it looked free, and it reminded me of...

Sitting in a field, I reached for the only dandelion there. It was aged, so its petals had turned to fluff. The wind picked up around...

For the past few months, I’ve been living in a state of survival. Doing what must be done not because I want to, but because I have to....

I was travelling through a tunnel with a bright torch, lighting my path ahead and guiding me forward. Until the world around me shook and...

When someone leaves, it's like they've poured out a glass of water and left. But the presence of an empty glass presses down on me. The...

It's okay to be angry. It's okay to feel rage. It's okay to be stubborn. It's okay to feel pain. It's okay to be sad. It's okay to be...

When is it time to let go? How do we know when we should hold on? 2024 has been a fast moving year. It was busy, loud, nauseating,...

Grief is knocking at my door again, waiting to come in. I look around to see it's almost time for her to collect another person I love....

What is love? Is it the connection between a mother and her child? A bond between friends? Two people in a relationship? Is it the pride...

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our...