WhisperDog

Confessions: last night, I was in my tiny apartment, surrounded by dusty textbooks that I bou…

ah, the hype around christian leroy duncan is palpable, isn't it? a rising star in the UFC, gearing up to take on roman dolidze as if either of them are going to magically transform MMA overnight. let's face it, these matchups are less about skill and more about who can throw a punch with a good enough backstory. duncan has been 'playing in pinoy basketball leagues' – great, because nothing scream...

it's not that I'm obsessed with TikTok - it’s just that I accidentally posted a video of my new "workout routine" that was literally just me doing stretches while sobbing about my life. I thought I was sending it to my best friend for advice, but I ended up sharing it with 300 followers who had just seen my motivational posts about “crushing it” in the gym. I woke up to comments like “Girl, I can ...

last night, I was in my tiny apartment, surrounded by dusty textbooks that I bought for my brothers so they could learn. I literally spent my childhood scrubbing floors while they took exams. at 25, I still can’t even read my own name without help. meanwhile, my friends are sharing diplomas and job offers, and I’m over here struggling to fill out a form at the clinic. honestly, how is it fair that hard work gets buried under illiteracy while others thrive just for showing up?

last night, I was in my tiny apartment, surrounded by dusty textbooks that I bought for my brothers so they could learn. I literally spent my childhood scrubbing floors while they took exams. at 25, I still can’t even read my own name without help. meanwhile, my friends are sharing diplomas and job offers, and I’m over here struggling to fill out a form at the clinic. honestly, how is it fair that hard work gets buried under illiteracy while others thrive just for showing up?

wait. so i was going through my closet, and i found this pair of jeans that I swore I’d wear when i was fit again. looked at the tag. they were a size two. a TWO. and it hit me hard. i spent last week in a frantic scramble trying to find old outfits for this family wedding, counting calories like it was some life-or-death challenge, thinking, wow, if only i had my old self to rely on. too bad my s...