let me tell you about the good days on the good days, it feels as though my skin were tingling my feet dance I catch glimpses of myself in reflections, and I'm smiling I'm happy and love the images reflected back at me. on the good days, I rejoice in the softness that... Continue Reading →
I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where who I was, who I became, was predetermined by the circumstances of my life the pain caused to me and the forced moulding of white-supremacist education. In that slumber, there were moments of joy and laughter, it... Continue Reading →
on body positivity- a critique of the notion of the totality of body-positivity.
Photo prose: of the beautiful, soft and magical
self love as undoing and becoming
Unwaveringly herself! The first time I wrote those words it was almost flippantly. In an Instagram post even. But these two words. That effortless phrase, has become a life philosophy. As the new year begins however, I had felt myself a little empty, lacking in meaningful resolutions to pen down. But I soon realised, that... Continue Reading →
I'm in the tube. Adjusting my camisole again. It has been riding up my thighs since I put on this skirt. The fabric and the shape, it seems, were simply not meant to sit on my thunderous thighs. These thick dimply thighs. And then I sigh. Oh well. They are just thighs. Juicier than people... Continue Reading →
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