My body speaks

Most days my body speaks in Chinese whispers; hiding the compliments and concealing the insults to become congealed words of self loathing and distaste.   Until the voices rise and tremble like the peak of a volcano; erupting into screams of hatred, baying for blood and violence, teeth bared, turning a rabid stare onto the … Continue reading My body speaks

Our hearts

Dying isn't cowardly and talking takes bravery, convincing our tongues carrying their stories, they are the lifeguards swimming for our hearts. It takes a second to keep on wishing for our pulse to stop and restart, the joy you feel when you open your curtains and the sun is shining, when you witness a mother … Continue reading Our hearts