According to me, of course. Old folks like to say that we have to give and take when it comes to close relationships because nobody’s perfect. That we have to “take the good with the bad”, especially because relationships are not all about ourselves. But these old folks are missing…

The unexamined life is not worth living. I’m still only in my mid-20s, but looking back, there are things I would tell my teenage self during those “growing up as a teenager” years simply because there were many moments when the term growing pains rang terribly true for me. There…

Let me disprove that. You and I hear that a lot: people reminding us to love ourselves in order to be loved by others. What’s the logic behind that? I presume it’s that when we love ourselves, we accept every part of us and refrain from being critical of ourselves…

Peanut butter and jelly? So uncreative. “If you get right/down to it the new/unprocessed peanut/butter is no damn/good & you should/buy it in a jar as/always in the/largest supermarket/you know” —Eileen Myles, Peanut Butter, Poetry Foundation. What happens when you’re done purchasing a jar of peanut butter? Do you spread…

I can’t believe I held on to the belief that I am unlovable, ugly, and rather generally incompetent (and that I therefore cannot trust my own senses; and that I should play small) for that long; almost all my life up to this point. It is unhealthy to do so! If you are unconsciously doing so too, you better stop because it will indirectly impact your self-esteem, how you then move about in the world, the chances you take and the satisfaction you get out of life and then how you feel about yourself as a whole once more. But for me the good news is that although I may not be totally over it, I now know that this is actually something that exists in me which I have to acknowledge, contend, unlearn, and transform into something else that’s not as soul-killing.

…and putting an end to that bitter taste in your mouth What does being okay and well look like? For most people, it’s a picture of a person who is competent in many aspects in their lives — who is also ultimately content with how things are and who they…

Just a poem. I know how it feels to see your pretty face it makes people want you and I wish you looked different (like me) so you would look at me and think: we could actually be together because your soul is so pretty.

A brutally honest piece. It’s story time. Time for me to actually introduce myself to the world. All this time, I’ve been hiding; making myself small, for no reason, as if my pain makes me unworthy of being seen. And I don’t want to have to live in society and…

I don’t see it exactly the way most people do. Recently, a person I considered as my really close friend spited me out of nowhere, saying I’ll never be able to do romantic love because I couldn’t do friendship (which is unfair because why isn’t she too responsible for whatever…