Love: A Memoir of Diagnosis, Symptoms & Side Effects

                          Love for me is very much like the embodiment of post-traumatic stress disorder. Falling in love captures the very core of your brain. It holds you where you are, by your central control system, and wires it into a shock. The shock […]

When You’re A Strong Girl In A Man’s World: A Personal Statement

I come from a middle-class family that, to a far extent, does not exercise gender roles; a family that never justifies their criticisms with “because you’re a girl.” I am proud to say that I’ve grown, and am growing, into the woman I desire to be, the woman who does not believe her goals are limited […]

My Eyebrows Aren’t Even And They Never Bothered Me

My eyebrows aren’t even and they never bothered me. One brow tweaks up like a witch from the 18th century, and the other rests like Mathilda’s innocence. My nose curves down on a slight bump and ends on a fleshy curb which highlights nostrils bigger than the usual standard. It is closed, funny, and pinchy. […]

To Everyone Who Told Me To Take My Life Seriously: I Never Did

[Written in the perspective of a 16-year-old self] “Take your life seriously,” the teacher scolded. I hated to think she was scolding, because I try to avoid beef as much as possible, but truth be told. She, in fact, was shouting.  But that’s not what drove the inner anger in me. There was something about […]

Disastress

the world ended for me every night and started all over again at dawn when all the sulfur drained from my tongue and all the lies smoked out of my lungs I will rise with the light and die with every death left in me and I will stay in love with you forever, deliberately, […]

Mona Wants You To Get Angry

I uttered those words like a holy mantra, and that’s all it took. I blocked him everywhere – beyond social media. I blocked him from my mind and heart. I blocked him from my life. I never spoke or thought of him again. I was once so sensitive, so fragile to the hurt the world […]

21st Century Cliché

Everytime I watched her write, it was like my mind kept imagining the paper taint with blood which poured from her wrists. There always seems to be, has to be some sort of hurt; I couldn’t seem to imagine her in a different setting. I could picture her so much, in so many different conscious […]