A poem on fighting off demons. Or, trying to, anyway.
If you tell me that I am strong, I will feel bad for giving off this impression. Because I am not. If you tell me that I am smart, I will list everything I don’t know so you are not mistaken. Because I am not. If you tell me that I should be proud of myself, I will find all the reasons not to. Because there is two sides to every story and, from my perspective, there is not much I have done that strikes me as an achievement. That’s just who I am. [1071 words, 8 min read]
Je publie ici une vidéo-poème que j'ai postée sur YouTube l'année dernière au 2e anniversaire du décès de maman, et exprime ma confusion de ces derniers temps, alors que mes rêves me ramènent à ce matin qui a chamboulé ma vie.
I am so grateful that we have the technology to capture memories but photos are not always enough to fill someone's absence.
A poem and musings about how fatphobia and conditioning have completely ruined the way I see myself.
I have fallen in love again.
I know, shocking.
The girl who decided that a heartbreak was one too many already. The girl who promised her future self that she would never be this vulnerable again.
The girl who kissed feelings goodbye like she didn’t have a care in the world. Spoiler alert: she did care.
[1710 words, 10 min read]
I make excuses for myself. There is no other way to put it, no other way to interpret my procrastination. A part of me feels that my excuses are all valid. Fear of failure. Fear of unmet expectations. Fear that nothing I do or say matters. But, at the end of the day, that's all… Continue reading Tales of an Overthinker | Making Excuses
Poème écrit en écho à un article publié un an plus tôt sur mon blog Fairy Neverland.