In high school, I loved pep rallies. There was something electric about all of us gathered in the gym, screaming for the basketball team or the football team and the loud music and the cheerleaders and all of that. Never mind that in four years of high school (and college, too), I never attended one …
On Visuals and Inspiration.
The most popular question I get as I continue on this gaining health journey: what inspired you to want to lose weight in the first place? I don't mind the question; to me, it's natural that people want to know. And so I tell them: I was making very unhealthy choices in my life and …
speaks for itself.
to all the boys i’ve “loved” before…
There was the very first guy, *Darrell Henson, whose uncanny resemblance to Michael Jackson meant that I was instantly in love. That was in the 5th grade. We, of course, need to mention Steven Morgan, whose hazel eyes and 6th grade charm meant that I was quickly under his spell. Even when he fell in …
Conversations with my Girdle.
From my early twenties till the end of that interesting decade, I wore a girdle almost every day. The main reason why: I didn't (and don't) have a flat stomach. That said, IÂ felt an almost compulsive need to contain it, smooth it out, hide it, etc. I was ashamed of my fleshy, weird -looking stomach …
Restart. (Blogtober #24)
My love for him knows no bounds, as you know. That said, if you assumed that I'd heard every song Sam Smith had sung so far, you'd be right. But, you see, I didn't buy the deluxe version of the album. So, when perusing YouTube yesterday for something to play on the headphones that would drown out …
Blue Autumn. (Blogtober #17)
I have no doubt that men go through the blues. Nevertheless, I feel that as women, our hormonal shifts and complicated emotions just put us through the ringer, sometimes on a daily basis. And by the blues, I mean days that you, as a woman, open your eyes and just see the universe covered in the blue …
…so she did.
Oh, hi. Yes, I'm alive. I'm aliiiive. It's been a while, hasn't it? What I can say? I've been all over the place. So what did she (being me) do? I made strides on that musical bucket list by seeing this gentleman in concert last month. Even better, I took my mom and we screamed like …
Storytelling and Nursery Rhymes.
In the end, I think it was inevitable that writing would become my passion. Starting from the beginning, my fascination with words and stories was engendered by the original, the best, and the most compelling storyteller of them all: my mother. I remember watching her when she would tell a story. Her voice would dip …
Hair Lessons and Hair Love.
We'll go with the love first. Naturally. So I rocked Senegalese twists for the past month and a half. 'Twas a great protective style, but the feeling of taking them out and finally getting to place my hands into my scalp was divine. Since a deep--and I mean deeeep--conditioning was necessary, I headed to the …
This Square Peg. 