I’m scared. Scared of the world we live in and the current climate with respect to sexual violence against women. This past year has impacted survivors in ways I’ll never be able to convey. We are proud of ourselves for speaking up, for taking our voices back. Proud to know that because of women like
The nights I lay awake in bed, I wonder if I’m in your head. Do you miss me or even care? These are the thoughts I cannot bare. I hate to think you gave up on me, but now I know what I did not see. There are days when I miss you so, but
You would be so fucking proud of me. So proud. For speaking up. For taking my voice back. For finally fucking writing and not being afraid. I love you dearly because I know now that you said you were doing me a favour because you did not want to hurt me. Because we love each
“North American people are the only ones to line up for something as enjoyable as coffee just to take it and go sit on their ass at work.” I’m paraphrasing this a touch. My friend started it off with “Fucking white people.” I didn’t see his point of view before, but overtime I’ve come to
Down down the hole I go where I am nobody knows. Am I ignoring you or at an all time low? Up up smiling again trudging through the week ahead. Happiness is all you see but know it’s pain inside of me.
Forever debating chopping all my hair off and shaving my head. Until then it’s up in a hair clip for my indecisive ass.
I sit here with this question ringing in my head since a friend so bluntly asked me this on Friday. “I don’t know.” I sat there struggling to find words because I realized I have no idea. I continued to tell him that I don’t know if I will ever feel happy again. I explained
What if I told you I’m 20lbs overweight. Would you believe me? According to Canada’s Body Mass Index calculator I am not in the weight range I should be for my height. The healthy range for a woman of my stature (5′) is between.. wait for it.. 98-128lbs. How much do I weigh? 147lbs. And
You can think yourself out of happiness a million times over. I know it. I’ve done it. But what did overthinking do for me? Nothing. Not once did it make me happy, it didn’t change a situation, it just made me miserable. Change your perspective and you’ll change your life.