“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