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 wrote this poem dedicated to my mother. My mother and I have a different relationship compared to what a “normal” mother and daughter relationship is like. My sister says we clash because we are practically the same person. I definitely got a lot of my positive and negative traits from her. We fought and… Continue reading Mother Dearest
Hi Bloomers, I wanted to share my day at the LACMA museum. We visited a few days after they re opened, and we were super excited to finally do normal activities. We mainly went for Yoshitomo Nara’s exhibition. Yoshitomo Nara is a Japanese artist I have adored for a few years now. This was the… Continue reading Yoshitomo Nara Exhibition At LACMA
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
She Blooms In June - by Lilia 