1 That extra pound… where did it come from? Christmas parties? Office buffet? Is there some kind of ninja who secretly shoved an extra flab into my waist? Either way, it’s there -- hanging limp and flabby. 2 Whenever I brought this topic about my body changing, people would scoff. At four feet and … Continue reading My body has been keeping secrets from me.
"No." I hurt you when I didn't choose you. But your heart's not the only broken thing here. When I did that, I broke mine, too. I broke it in places I can't name. In angles too complex for repair. I broke my heart so bad that now—I just couldn't use it to love properly. … Continue reading But your heart’s not the only broken thing here.
I wanted to be strong, too. But I also needed to learn how to be weak. To fall with or without grace. See? This is the problem when they teach us to fix things by using the perspective of Hero versus Villain. We were taught to think of weakness as our enemy and strength as … Continue reading They want us to be strong.
I love this imperfect shell. I found it somewhere in Panglao, Bohol. Sometimes, I wonder: If the shell were not imperfect, if it still had its complete parts, would I have picked it up? Probably, not. In fact, somebody would've picked it, place it in a basket filled with other "perfect" shells, and take it … Continue reading “Shell, maam. Souvenir, sir.”