People say that the mirror reflects your bodily features, but my mirror reflects nothing but afflictions and how long I have aged in it. I have scrutinized my body. I want to come out and say that I have a mental disorder and I need a therapist, but welcome to Liberia where these things are taken for granted. Continue Reading
It sucks to be me because I trust too hard, I allow people in my life too easily and then I raise my hopes so high for things I know will never happen. It sucks to be me because I’m… Continue Reading
You call it foolishness I call it my truth. The way I choose to walk In the world will no longer be determined by you When I’m the one who’s affected; Eternally bruised, My self esteem scarred way during the… Continue Reading
I constantly criticized everyone who dared to show some skin; it was not decent, it was not modest; it was simply unacceptable. I did not know that beneath all these criticisms was envy. I envied these daring women for how confident they were in their skin. I envied them because they could challenge an age-old perception and still emerged victorious, something that at that time, I would never muster the courage to do. Continue Reading
The following message was approved by you for you and to you: You are allowed to be YOU. You are allowed your smarts and your skills; to be unapologetically brilliant; to be intimidating; to show off. You are… Continue Reading
We’ve been in a relationship for as long as I can remember.She sleeps at the head of my bed, dragging me to the foot.“You’re not good enough”, she says, taking off my blanket of hope in the cold of doubts.She’s… Continue Reading
