“When you divulge something so painfully vulnerable about yourself – finally straying off the beaten path of small talk and gossip – to find that it never comes up again, it feels like your words are dust.”Read More
“Something permanent happened the first time I felt my body had betrayed me. The delicate string connecting my mind and body was snipped in thin air and I have been sitting cross-legged, trying to untangle its knots, ever since.“Read More
“I just wrapped up my second year attending Pride Toronto, and it was as filled with emotion and energy as I remembered it being last year.
The streets were overflowed with people celebrating, dressed in everything from the most elaborately crafted costumes, to wearing no clothing whatsoever.”Read More
“Some days, I look in the mirror and hate my body. Hate my wide hips, my narrow shoulders, my short stature, and my baby face. I wonder how I can leave the house looking like this. I wonder how people can accept me when I can’t even accept myself. Those days are the days I will forever be grateful to have the support system I do.”Read More
"Every year, I vow to become better at saying no. This is often accompanied by a few other resolutions — smiling more, making more packed lunches—but learning the art of refusal always comes out on top."Read More
"It’s very difficult to make sense of trauma, because trauma does not make sense. Some events can be equally as traumatic as others, but not result in PTSD. Some forceful impacts to the head can result in nothing more than a slight headache. I can only talk about trauma as it relates to my experiences, one physical and one mental, both of which taught me a great deal."Read More
"The interaction we had with others regarding our background brought about an impatient and irritated feeling from within, as though we wanted to just say “Can we just not talk about this and pretend when you look at me you don’t feel the need to ask these questions?!”Read More
"I am humbled by the limitations of my knowledge, I know I have much more to learn. But nevertheless I have been called to be an activist. This assignment has my name on it, it is what I volunteer to do. It is my soul work."Read More
"On October 12th, 2016, my 16-year-old sister, Nicole, passed away suddenly. I will never forget the evening my father phoned to tell me she was missing nor the following night when my mother phoned to tell me she was "no longer with us". I have never understood a darkness so great nor an emptiness so deep. It is still something I struggle with every day and something I will continue to struggle with into the uncertain future."Read More
"I remember the days when I would paint my nails red and white, put on temporary Canadian flag tattoos, and lay on my blanket out on my friend’s front lawn as her dad set off fireworks for all the neighbours to enjoy. However, as I grew older and became more exposed to the dark history of Canada’s relationship with the Indigenous peoples of Turtle Island, I felt conflicted about what the day represented."Read More
Brothers Max and Rico Garcia have kindly allowed us to share their open letter to Toronto Blue Jays Closer, Roberto Osuna.
Alongside words of support such at these have been hate-filled tweets calling for Osuna to "man-up" and criticizing the tendency towards "sissiness" in sports and society.
It was experiencing a social movement whose significance and power was beyond my ability to fully understand at this place and in this moment.
It was looking at my own hand above my head, covered in my white body armour.Read More
Citing political correctness as a reason to use words that hurt or simply don’t account for/recognize other people, even if those people don’t have personal experiences reflected in the ‘majority’ of a group to whom you are communicating, has created a movement in our socio-political sphere away from basic humanity.Read More
To consider an unemotional decision practical seems to make the case for decision-making that is unexceptional.Read More