Tag: Growing pains
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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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Chapter 1 • the beginning of everything
Growing pains – adulthood and awakening When I was four, I thought I knew exactly who I was. I was a determined girl who wanted to be a corporate lawyer. I barely knew what it meant to be a lawyer, yet alone a corporate lawyer. It sounded good though! My parent’s friends looked impressed and…
The Journal of an Amateur Adult 