Cake was evil. Chocolate was for normal sized kids, not for a huge girl like her. "But it's your mom's birthday cake," her dad reminded her. But the answer was still a big no. She went to school with her boring sandwich and an orange. Of course, she wasn't going to eat more than a…Read more Evil Food
What are you holding on to? Do remember that nothing stays. What are you hoping for? Do remember what is now. What are you regretting today? Never forget that time has moved.
Wasted years turned into sudden regret. She could blame nobody but herself. Choices are personal yet circumstances are created by more than one. She yearned for the lost years. Precious days and months and years spent in a loveless cloud. She had fooled herself believing that she wanted just that. "Is it too late?" The voice…Read more Too late for love?
Cinderella was supposed to be beautiful. She couldn't be Cinderella. The teacher asked, "Who would like to audition for the role?" She felt her heart fall down. Even if she was brave enough to try out, the others would laugh at her audacity. A fat Cinderella could not exist.
The mirror was her enemy. She looked at it rarely. Tonight, she promised to look at her face because people said she was pretty. But she would try not to look below the neck. So she did just that until her sister remarked, "Isn't that dress too short for you?" She looked down and cringed.…Read more Body Image Series 1
It wasn't easy being the oldest. She often wondered about her expiry date. Watching two much younger siblings transitioning to ashes had torn her heart. "Enjoy your life," said her friends. She tried to follow their simple advice, living with her memories. From the little utensils that they'd play with, to the painful last days.…Read more Expiry Dates
She felt more than she said. Her heart was at her fingertips and in her eyes. Some nights, she'd ask herself if she'd rather feel less intensely. As the tears wet her pillow and brought on a deluge of painful thoughts with it, she accepted the truth. Of course she preferred to feel a lot…Read more Too Much Empathy