when men started
calling me beautiful, i cut
off all my hair and let the
woman give it to someone
who deserved the title
i was raised in a home where people
walked around me as if i were a thin
sheet of glass. tip toes tips and
toes, they left me
believing that there were no such thing
they taught me to have faith in a god.
in myself. to believe in love and happiness
and everything that doesn’t break, but
nothing moves me anymore. not even
the memories. not even the soft hinges
of the past. i’m wearing my skin and it
clatters when i walk, and
no one prepared me for
My piece for the charity Mindfull. Its a charity that offers support for a young people between the ages of 11-17 on a variety of issues, bullying, self-esteem issues, eating disorders amongst others. M&C Saatchi put together the brief, asking a number of illustrators to produce artwork around the idea of head full of issues. The artworks will be auctioned off at a charity event.
To think, a sweater is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.
Fun fact about anxiety!
When I am feeling so drained that I cannot handle anything more complicated than lying in bed and playing solitaire all day, I start feeling like I am actually physically ill and I stop being able to tell the difference. I mean, the headache is to be expected, but I feel sore and tender all over and my head feels stuffed and heavy.
You lied to me!
This fact wasn’t fun! Not fun at all T_T
Okay, here’s a fun fact about anxiety: There are no fun facts about anxiety.
Solitaire is my go-to for those kinds of days, as well. It’s very calming somehow? Also I play it copiously in general because I can think really well when I want to, and shut a lot of it off when I don’t.
Life is a gamble, at terrible odds — if it was a bet you wouldn’t take it.