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More than just my skin
Identity is so strange at times. Some days I feel I know exactly who I am; other days, I feel like I have barely scratched the surface. Of course, a part of me still caters to what people expect of me, silently molding myself into a more digestible version of who I am in order…
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Love is mundane
My friend Samia recently asked me a question on fragrances to which I cynically replied “nothing reminds me of love”. Yet, I love love. I giggle over it, I dream of it and I know it surrounds me. Yet, I hate admitting at times. Perhaps, a part of me felt compelled to deny the way…
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When I do
When I do tell my friends we are no longer together, I tell them it was the distance. I omit that it was not physical, but rather emotional. Parts of me silenced during our relationship struggling to find the right words for you to understand me. Getting lost in a downward spiral of self-loathing for…
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The cost of support
My ex’s dad said he would support our relationship, but then he told my ex I was not that pretty. My ex’s dad said he would support our relationship, but then he told my ex I forgot to vacuum under the table. My ex’s dad said he would support our relationship, but then he was…
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It was all but a dream
The harsh reality of growing up and being an adult is realizing that everything you ever wanted is not exactly what you need. When my parents would distinguish “needs” and “wants”, I thought they were getting off on a technicality to not buy me that new Barbie, but now the difference can not be clearer.…
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Ch. 7 • The Seven Year Itch
I love the number 7, I was born on the 7th of February and I adore the fact that 7 is seen as a lucky number in many cultures. However, for once in my life, the number 7 is joining me in a way I thought would not be possible. It’s highlighted by discomfort. 7…
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Ch. 6 • Food for thought
Validating my reality In one of my final lectures for my marketing class, my professor asked students to stand up if English was not their first language, and had the class give us a round of applause. I stood up and as I was walking out shared with my friends that it made me really…
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Ch. 5 • Hoarding Memories
Memory boxes I have a box filled objects, polaroids and letters. I have treasured that box and opened it up every once in a while. I am a very sentimental person, if I could, I would keep every single ticket stub, little knick-knack. I used to store all these away in the hope that one…
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Chapter 4 • I hope “I do!”
Falling leaves & fluttering thoughts Autumn has always been my most adored season, the crisp air, the warm sweaters and the smell of spices in every coffee shop makes my heart flutter with excitement. Autumn seems to welcome me like an old friend. As cheesy as it sounds, Autumn makes me fall in love with…
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Chapter 3 • High School Never Ends
My yearbook quote for high school was “High School Never Ends”. I meant it as a joke, but there was a hint of truth to it. At the time, I meant it more positively. We had all spent 5 years of our lives together, getting to know each other and parts of us were going…
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