Eyes up, no tears. Dad’s stage-four cancer, I thought, shouldn’t cause everyone to break down.
This is what I have learned from the past months of pain: We are made of equal parts death and life.
How my relationship with dance helps me navigate my body, trauma, and mental health.
I lost my voice at fifteen, when it faded into adolescent memory.
Erasing my dark under-eye circles won’t change the fact of my Indonesian heritage.
“If I don’t swim, the pain grows. If I’m in more pain, what will become of my life?”
When it comes to caring for one’s appearance, it’s safe to say that most people spend a lot of time and money preventing and treating breakouts and pimples. Acne is a dreaded four-letter word that sends fear into the heart of anyone who wants to look their best at all times. Despite using expensive creams […]
“The desire and the wrongness both, inseparable, pulled at me.”
The ACA allowed me to pursue independence as a person with a disability.
“Why would I need scientific corroboration to make my disability legitimate?”