When I was younger, my father would tell me “If you don’t eat every grain of rice on your plate, you’ll wake up tomorrow and see that your eyeball exploded”. My childish brain believed that and always made sure I finished my rice because I was scared. Thinking about it now, in what way could… Continue reading The Eyeball Myth
I constantly ponder over this idea of becoming ‘content’ with life itself, when I know and understand that we will never truly find out the answer to that. but for some reason, that is the only way I can find myself motivated to continue this exhaustion I go through every day. when people say ‘enjoy… Continue reading August Thoughts
Every morning I would wake up with the hopes that the inflammation has gone down. As much as I wanted to avoid the mirror, I couldn’t stop staring at myself. My cheeks no longer looked normal. I looked like a monster with how inflamed, red, and bumpy my skin was. I dreaded going to school.… Continue reading My Painful Journey
Eight in the morning. The sun is shining faintly through the blinds and bringing light throughout the room. I am lying here in bed full of morning thoughts. My dog stretches and slowly walks towards me to receive love and affection. I kiss him good morning and go back to mentally reflecting. I begin by… Continue reading The morning cycle
She Blooms In June - by Lilia 