We’ve spent quarantine in faulty mirrors, sparking negative feedback loops.
I made a promise, too, that I would bring her back to you.
My childhood rat tail was a lesson on the borders of class and gender.
There—the small red cut marks on the knuckles, which any bulimic could identify as those made by the teeth when finger-inducing vomiting.
Like Jazmine Sullivan’s “The Other Side,” a song from her latest EP, Heaux Tales, I saw a life outside the confines of conservatism—the length of my skirt and the policing of what I was allowed to say and do.
How the Bigfoot legend helped me reconcile unanswered questions about my adoption
My former therapist, a well-meaning white woman, once asked me, “Do you think he treated you badly because you are Asian?”
“Consumers in the Global South have a right to the best coffees from their nations, their sister nations, from wherever they want.”
Promiti Islam on queerness, Bengali-American identity, and the complexities of family acceptance,
Can you ever escape your complicity when you can’t escape your own skin?