#metoo

At this point, it’s not a surprise. I’ll spare details, but I have two incidents to share for message purposes. I was 15 when I was followed on my way home from soccer practice. Don’t walk alone. And if you must walk alone, be prepared. Pepper spray. Cell phone (don’t look down at it, since

Being Fat is Unhealthy

That’s the stereotype, right? If you’re a chub, you’re unhealthy, eating nothing but McDonalds and sitting lazily in front of the TV. Genetics, DNA, chemistry, science; they have nothing to do with it. You’re fat because you do nothing, and that’s unhealthy. It’s something I’ve faced my whole life. I’m fat (used as a descriptive,

A Small Crack in the Dam

One of my favorite moments in life is when my sanity is pushed to the breaking point, and when I snap I get at least one of the following statements: “Where’d that come from?” “Why are you mad/sad all of a sudden?” “What just happened? You were fine a second ago.” Bleh bleh bleh. (Also,

When a Class Made Me Cry

I’m a guest teacher. That’s my job, and it can be difficult. Particularly the students. Not too long ago, I was teaching 8th graders (age 13-14). We were going over an Edgar Allan Poe story as a review for the quiz they were about to take. I was excited talking about Poe, obviously, he is

Fear

I am scared of children with scissors. Reasons why can be found here. Yesterday and the day before, I did an activity with sixth graders (age 11-12). And I can tell you, I was so scared! Kids love to play with scissors! They walk opening and closing the blades in front of them. They pretend

Guilted

I got a dog recently. Her name is Moro, and I will make a proper introduction post about her later. My mother and I had been talking about a service dog or a therapy dog for a while now. And recently, Mother had this feeling where we needed to go to the shelter to pick

Why I Don’t See Myself as Accomplished

Depression. The end. Okay, seriously, I don’t see myself as accomplished, I think, for several reasons. Two of which I’ll talk about. One: comparison. My friends do amazing things, and I’m so proud of them for it. In no way am I trying to diminish them. They are incredible people and deserve all the success

Why I Quit Acting

If you didn’t know, when I was starting college I really wanted to go into acting. However, the college I went to, at the time, only had one theatre major: Theatre Education. That didn’t stop me from wanting to be on the stage. To this day, I love the stage. But I’ve given up on

Failed Art

I make art. I post art. There’s an actual art menu on my website. And while I’m not the most proud of my art, I do see some talent, I guess. However, just because I post some art doesn’t mean you see everything. Behold, some failed art:   Yay, failure.