What two weeks without cel service taught me about the way I use my cel phone
moving image, a visually documented and recollected life.
A reflection of depression, mortality, and reblooming.
my hijab became my fist, raised in the sky.
Next thing, you’re on stage behind a mic and before a crowd. “Hi, my name is…” Welcome to the Messy Poetry Slam.
Because of the rhetoric surrounding gay people, I thought that my parents would abandon me if they found out who I am, so I hid. I silenced myself.
Weekly advice column: dealing with one sided friendships, relationships where you don’t feel in love, and putting yourself first.
Dealing with jealousy, pubic hair, friends who put themselves down, and finding time to be creative.
Colors and shapes and textures and sounds. A chronicle of concepts that inspired me this week.
Advice column: Embracing emotions, being yourself, staying positive, dealing with disordered eating thoughts, and loving yourself as you are.