• I Need To Be Thin: A Psychosocial Perspective

    I Need To Be Thin: A Psychosocial Perspective

    Of all the women I’ve known and loved, there is an underlying effort that is, for the most part, unsaid. Among the bravest of us, a few voices on body-image dissatisfaction have started to ring in the air and find their place in the research and literature around the pressure for women to be thin. Read more

  • Writer’s Block: Tips & Tricks to Get You Going Again

    Writer’s Block: Tips & Tricks to Get You Going Again

    If you like to write, then you’ve probably suffered from writer’s block every now and again, times where your mind doesn’t feel like working and decides that it’s time go off on an unnecessarily long vacation. A lot of people tend to take a break themselves to wait out the lack of motivation until their Read more

  • Auburn Rests

    Auburn Rests

    Being a black woman is tough. Especially being a black woman in America. We aren’t allowed to be vulnerable without being mocked for it. We aren’t allowed to stand up for ourselves without being called a ‘bitch’ or ‘bossy’. God forbid we raise our voice, and then we’re seen as the angry black woman. But Read more

  • The Divine Fragile: Let Yourself “Feel”

    The Divine Fragile: Let Yourself “Feel”

    Never did I ever think of my fragility as somewhat of a quiet superpower until recently. I’ve been sensitive my entire life, resulting in me labeling myself as an emotional wreck. Growing up, I was always chastised by adults for being so easily disturbed, and other children would use it against me because they got Read more

  • Memories of Your Ocean Blue Eyes

    Memories of Your Ocean Blue Eyes

    The crescent moon is glimmering as we’re lying down beneath the stars. The film is silently playing while the fireflies surround the yard. As our hands lightly touch, it makes me want to give you all that I have. Drowning in your ocean blue eyes. The smell of your perfume lingers in my sheets, a Read more

  • Eldritch Zone

    Eldritch Zone

    One step I took back, one step I took forward. Losing control of my demented mind. Passing by crowded places, many sources of vile spaces. Velvet teardrops are splashing the cold, hard cement ground. As I see the torn leaves dwindling down the narrow road, a sight beckons me to throw it at great height, Read more

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