I am angry. About all of them. I find these topics quite indicative of much larger issues. Issues that are flooding headlines in public discourse, but are reduced into problematic sound bites and performative Instagram posts. In order to channel my rage, I will deliver separate mini-essays about them respectively. Here is what I had… Continue reading What do #MeToo, Bitcoin, and the Women’s March all have in common?
On any given Sunday these past four months, you would have found me in one of two places: the love seat/ottoman pairing to the left of my TV, or the couch to the right of my TV. In other words, my Sundays have historically and exclusively been reserved for the utmost laziness and losing myself… Continue reading Sundays aren’t just for being sad.
2017 was a year of magnificent growth, achievement, love, loss, and every human emotion possible. A non-comprehensive list of highs and lows and assorted memories: My best friend moved across the country to join me in City Year; I marched and protested various injustices with my best gal pals; I performed in the East… Continue reading Re: 2018
Full disclosure: I am not entirely sure where Eating My Feelz is going at the moment, but I still believe in this project as a vessel for self-exploration and insight into potential academic pursuits. At the moment, I have more questions than answers (so many questions!!!! I wish there was a better way to describe… Continue reading SOS I started a blog & don’t know what to do
Two months ago, my most recent ex-partner killed himself. Yesterday was International Survivors of Suicide Loss Day. Today, I am reeling in a lot of thoughts and feelings and started drinking wine at 12:30 PM. I will probably watch a lot of Grey's Anatomy or Broad City and not leave my apartment at all. What… Continue reading Things I am thinking about today:
A fun fact about me that I regularly forget to share when forced to “break the ice”: I only have one kidney. I am not sure if it happens to be an oversized single kidney, or the size of any other kidney that does have a partner-in-crime. Regardless of its size, my lil’ kidney-that-could is… Continue reading I Used to Think I was an Alien Because of My Scars
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