All of my life people have told me what I can and can’t do. Who to be, how to live, and the list goes on! My parents always told me to study, do well and
I’m known for being able to give compliments, but never to accept them. It reached a stage where I was constantly refusing to hear what people had to say and finding it hard to believe.
Picasso said that the first stroke on the canvas is always a mistake and the rest of the work on the canvas is to fix that mistake. That constant stream of adjustment and correction reminds
You know that clear cut path we’re all spoon fed? Go to school, do really well and get into a good college. Get your degree, intern at a few places and everything will just work
It started when I was 7 years old. I was flung into a world disrupted, full of volatile relationships, bitterness, and abuse. Out of necessity, I grew up quickly. I left my childhood behind in
24 years. That’s how long it has taken for me to realize that the overwhelming and intoxicating moments of insecurity were simply fabrications of my mind. A mind that has been overwhelmed with rules, guidelines,
As an early developer into womanhood, I sensed a shift in myself during sixth grade wondering why I didn’t look like most of my classmates. The following year in middle school, I began restricting my
It was the day after my twentieth birthday. I lay in bed, still groggy from the festivities the night before. I reached over to grab my phone charging on the bedside table and checked Facebook.