“Wait, I don’t get it, why can’t you come to the party tonight?” My best friend asks, tilting her head in confusion as I struggle to finally say that after all of my drug abuse, I feel extraordinary uncomfortable around any sorts of substances besides shisha. Continue reading
Author: la
Third World Bodies
What does it mean to be a third world woman? Sometimes I feel like I can’t speak because I’m so overwhelmed by everything surrounding me. Sometimes I scream and it feels like lava is coating my throat and I am burning from the inside out. But most of the time, I am too exhausted from the constant fighting to keep pushing, keep struggling. Unfortunately, there is no other option. You can commend me and other marginalised women for our bravery and fight, but let’s acknowledge that there is no other option. I appreciate your support and thoughtful commentary, but not fighting, not being brave is not an option. The only option I’ve ever had was resistance. Continue reading
Body in Poverty
I never grew up poor, but after my father kicked me out and I struggled to find a safe space to sleep at night, I obviously ended up with a limited budget. To be completely honest, I’m literally broke. Flat broke. Probably poor. Penniless basically. Continue reading
Are You Sure That’s What It’s Called?
I can’t exactly pinpoint the beginning of when it all started, of what caused it and what led to my collapse nor can I tell you what finally made me stand up, tear my skin off, leave the room and lock the door forever. I can tell you, very vaguely, about it though. Continue reading