26. She\Her. Taking down the patriarchy, white supremacy and other tired BS, one weird metaphor at a time.
You will not erase me.
Black, white, green and red. My country's flag colours make me clutch my chest with dread. In my twenty-six years, these colours only affixed with death.
Making the Case for Dresses Over Pants
Before you click away! No, I am not referring to the poorly-styled early 2000's version of this trend... Anne Hathaway at the Ella Enchanted premiere (2004)
//TW: eating disorders and drug use// BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Clara was startled awake by her alarm. She’d fallen into another late night binge after getting triggered by Instagram. It sent her spiralling into feelings of inadequacy and self-loathing. She ate everything in her path, an out-of-body experience. And the moment it was over, shame drowned her.
An Ode to Rihanna
I still remember the first time I ever heard ‘Pon De Replay’. My older sister and I had downloaded it on LimeWire (Pre-Spotify days). It took ages to download on our gigantic, virus-riddled desktop computer. But once the download was complete, we couldn’t stop playing it. I’m pretty sure we choreographed a disastrously cringey dance to it too. What can I say, Rihanna’s unique vocals and dancehall beats completely transported me to a nightclub in the Caribbean… at 12 years old. Her music made me feel way cooler than I was.
We come into this planet screaming and crying. Bewildered at all the new surroundings and our sudden heightened senses. Our warm and quiet home already a distant memory. That is our first taste of fear.