Beauty standards aren’t realistic

I think that people are beautiful because of their imperfections, and not inspite of them. I came to this conclusion as I was scrolling through Instagram, and saw a video of an acquaintance beaming, working as she usually always is, on a photoshoot. She was staring earnestly into her camera, directing her subject with a …

Notes on Adulthood

Adulthood has been a strange journey to embark on. I had thought that the age of enlightenment was eighteen. I thought that once I turned that age, I would finally feel secure in myself and have my life figured out. But eighteen came and went in a rather insignificant fashion. Then nineteen and twenty arrived …

My Writing Journals

These books have been with me since I started writing in 2011. Some I am unable to look through - they hold words I can't bring myself to read out of the fear of slipping back into the person I once was. Those words of suffering when my mind was at war with itself. The …

Something With Meaning

I have heard people say that the essence of our lives is to be remembered. That in our conversations, our periods of brief contact with others; we should make an impact. But does it even count if after a hundred years no one remembers you? I do hope someone remembers me after a hundred years. …

My Writing Journey

   I started writing at 11 years old. I needed to use something to release all the emotions I was dealing with- growing up, moving to a new school and my sister moving to boarding school. It was a rough period in my life, and I remember writing this short poem called, Sleep. I found …