Tagged: reflection

What I learned from keeping a journal, part 2

Did you miss me?

I’m back in your inbox, your feed, etc. It’s been a few days since I’ve posted, and even over the past few weeks, content has been pretty sparse, for a few reasons: midterms, hefty weekend plans, and in general, lots of big changes happening in my life.  Continue reading

Letter to an “ex-friend”

No Makeup Mondays: An Evolution

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published originally on the NU Chronicle

As I set my alarm for Monday morning late on a Sunday night, I decided on 8AM, before remembering, oh wait, tomorrow is Monday! No makeup, which means I get to sleep an extra fifteen minutes. I won’t look as good, but haha, whatever. 

On Monday morning, I woke up and looked at my face. It really didn’t look that bad at all; I only started to feel the familiar discomfort and inadequacy as I walked past people on my way to class who looked much more put together and awake than I, with my under-eye bags (they’re designer), oily skin, and adolescent complexion. Continue reading

I AM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL OF YOU

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YOU HAVE ALL HEARD SOME ANECDOTE ABOUT HOW I STARTED THIS BLOG PROBABLY A BILLION TIMES ALREADY BUT I JUST WANT TO SAY THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR READING AND SUPPORT!

WITHOUT IT, THIS SITE WOULD BE NOTHING MORE THAN AN ONLINE JOURNAL, AND LIKE MOST JOURNALS (ON AND OFFLINE) I START, I WOULD HAVE ABANDONED IT AFTER NO MORE THAN A FEW WEEKS.

BUT I’M STILL HERE, AND WE’RE NEARING THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!!! WOW.

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Never forget where you come from.

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When I was a toddler, my pre-school had a total of six, large classrooms as well as one massive playground where the kids gathered and milled around for about an hour, everyday.

We bounced tennis balls against the wall and called it “wall-ball” but when I went back there as a teenager, the classrooms looked run-down and shabby, and I couldn’t believe that I could reach the monkey bars without lifting my feet off the ground.

Since I’d left, my pre-school had stayed the same and I had grown up in more ways than one. Continue reading

I was in a car accident, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again

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I’ve started collaborating with Lauren over at Afro Girl Talks, and here is the first post I wrote for her site.

Read the original here:


Car crashes aren’t always as dramatic as they seem, as the movies have taught us to believe. There’s not always a screeching of tires, the shattering of glass, your life flashing before your eyes.

Sometimes, you can be driving casually along a street, and a car can just veer off course, into your own, and almost in slow motion, the only thing going through your mind as you realize this is happening is:

“What. The. Actual. Hell.” Continue reading